I remember growing up, and I
  Can't forget throwing up
  That Friday night
  I drank everything in site, and
    I remember sneaking out, and how
  My mom was freaking out
  When I got home
  She had the police on the phone
    Why do I always insist on
  Making these dumb mistakes
  I guess I'm just a good guy with bad:
    I remember skipping class, and I
  Can't forget that car crash
  I didn't get far
  I hit the principals new car, and
    I remember her Dad's place, and I
  Can't forget her Dad's face
  When he opened the door
  And caught us on her bedroom floor
    Why do I always insist on
  Making these dumb mistakes
  Maybe it's just part of growing up
    I'd like to think I'll learn my lesson
  How many times does it take
  I guess I'm just a good guy with bad luck
    I'm just a good guy with bad luck
  I'm always screwing up
  This time I'm really fucked
  I'm just a good guy with bad luck