Lyrics

I have this problem i like to share with you all God i wish i could be an intellectual You sit in grass with a glass of red wine in your hand Not like my friend who drink beer as fast as they can You're so smart, you like art You read the books i would never understand I'm not that smart, I like to fart a teenage punk is what i am Your life seems like such a joy to me 'Cause you see art where i cannot be Friends must be so easy for you to find They don't have to be nice, just have an interesting mind So now i stop riding my skate and be like tou a real fake I don't have to care at all 'Cause now i'm a intellectual