Johnny Viti - Haverchuck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Somedays that I went thru, writing with my pen thru/
Ranging every feeling and it hurts what I been thru/
A misfit, a freak, a loser and a geek/
Desario and Haverchuck, flip em every week/
Hop into a group, either left or got the boot/
And denied by the girls that were beautiful and cute/ (damn)
Awkward at best, maade fun of how I dressed/
A divorce and a move man, they really got me stressed/ (fuck)
Played by the women, who I thought were really feelin/
I was sliding into home, called out, caught stealin/
Everything I did was really two steps behind/
And I tried playin catch up couldn't muster up the time/
I'm lost in the fake, finding real is a mistake/
I'm pretending that I'm young and I never wanna wake/
But then I feel my heart beat, everything is perfect/
And everything I been through is damn well worth it/

[Verse 2]
Lookin at my life, it's a mess full of stress/
And I'm hangin by a thread from the dress of the blessed/
And every day I'm getting closer, pull the wheel up on the shoulder/
Found myself some closure but I knew that it was over/
I guess it beats a 9 ta 5 knowin that I tried/
Stayin true to myself in the midst of all these lies/
But with every move I make, and with every breath I take/
I'm fearin a mistake, with a penniless fate/
So fuck the world, I'm in a state of my own/
I got a little independence, tryna find a new home/
Ropes and the rafters, show before and after/
The burns on my hands from the sliding disaster/
I'm true ta my word, I always get up when I fall/
And I'm only 5'11 but I'll stand 6 tall/
Somedays I'll be wrong, somedays I'll be late/
Somedays I'll be bad, someday I'll be great/

[Verse 3]
I'm married to the past, with a bunch of dirty gas/
Floating in the tank of my dirty blue cav/
A dream and a career stockpiled with a laugh/
And this was the beginning way before the first half/
A job at the mill, savin up a couple bills/
And I'm tryna fund a future, that will spread a little thrill/
And set me up on top bitch, paper in my pockets/
Anything for fame, it was better than the boxes/
Every single day, I try ta make it but I miss/
With a smile hiding a frown that was locked in the abyss/
Lookin at my gas gauge, flashin that it's empty/
Compare it to my life, the similarities are deadly/
Feelin up, feelin down, feelin like a fuckin clown/
Tryna keep my head above the water so I'll never drown/
Everything I'm doubted for, is everything I'm riding for/
And everything I'm shouting for, is everything I'm dying for/