West Coast

Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend Coked up, it's alright, I'm leaving But I don't ever wanna go Skip school, I'm already failing Told mom and dad that I'm bailing Now we're driving up the coast Cracked out and sleepless in Seattle Got drunk and barfed on my shadow I don't ever wanna go Got high and ended up in Portland But you can't find liquor in Oregon So we'll just talk and bum some smokes Woke up, you caught me with a smile Passed out on your bathroom tile And I think that this is home So sad, I should've told her something Call her up and talk about nothing But I forgot I lost my phone And all my friends, they just stay the same I'm growing up but nothing's changing I'm so sick of this stupid place It's so suburban and so boring I should try and get a life But I don't want that nine-to-five I'd rather die, keep getting high So pack my things and say goodbye Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend