Assistant. Assistants.

Was clawing at the walls in my tiny apartment

Trying to make sense of my life and then it started

My stomach felt weird and my heart was speeding up, man

When all of it was over I spoke up and raised my right hand

"Why do I exist? I got two more years to live."

I'm hardly suicidal and I've been heavy drinking

Two years is what you make it

And I know what you're thinking:

"Jerry's lost his mind again; he's way too self-indulgent."

Maybe you're right

I should never have told you

Do you think I'm lying?

I lie all the time

But I'm telling the truth, man

In two years this voice will die

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock

I've got so many names to thank

Should we start with Mary?

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock

We'll hide our wounds from our parents

We'll eat out our wrists like they're candy

We'll think twice before kissing

We'll miss our old friends like they're dying

I remember when we were just sixteen and dreaming

Drinking in the basement just shouting and screaming

Listening to our favorite records all the while thinking

Someday we're gonna be there on stage all singing

Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken

Lying to our parents about what we were smoking

Solving all our problems with bottles and women

Even though we knew we were better without them

This is not me, this is not me

This is me

Getting old, getting cold and getting stoned

I'll write backwards and call it art

I'll set things right from the very start

And I know my heart won't get in the way

I hope to God that they take me away

While my foot is tapping out the rhythm

While my foot just taps out the rhythm

Can you hear them screaming?

Oh God

Can you hear them screaming?

Oh God