i still don't know what i want to do
what i'm doing now seems to be okay
i'd probably still ask you if i knew
if it's your will if it's your way
don't want to have to deal with pointless bureaucracy
should i fly a plane, or should i drive a car?
making sure where something goes or making sure that your agree
well i don't even know what my choices are
nothing's clear to me, my eyes won't do a thing for me
whatever it is i'm sure ill know, when the time comes he will show
i'll just wait right here, until i am what i will be
me what to do, and me where to go
all i've got is a skateboard and a guitar
i go to a lot of punk shows a i drive a car
the teachers think that i'm a girl and the kids they think that i'm uncool
i don't like to work and i don't like to go to school
i'm just not interested in much of anything
i just want to ride my skateboard just want to play my bass
i wanna do what he wants me to, i'm gonna do my part-yahwouldn't want to be a president, don't want to be a king
every now and then strum a chord, sometimes land right on my face
have you any ideas? i can't tell by a chart