A mixture of all the things you didn't want to do A certain someone who reminds you off all the things you did, but didn't want to I got a haircut from an old friend, In the front room I once lived in I was kid then, with a hairline And we haven't spoken in a long time So when I'm drinking in my hometown With my old friends, with the old crowd I was a shut in, a let down But I'm feeling much better now Money or no I've got my head held high and somewhere to go Take my fucking hand and let me introduce myself I am the bastard son of everyone I love I had a breakdown with an old friend in the shared house I once lived in I was a shut in, a let down But I'm feeling much better now