My boring 90's

Never been good at growing up
Always had a knack for messing up
Between the two things won’t be looking up anytime
Take this empty glass and fill it up
Make a toast lift these spirits up
It’s getting cold so bundle up
It’s a long walk home

I’m just south of nowhere
And I’m no good for you at all
But as long as it matters
Would you remain until I fall away?