I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
  Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes
  In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought
  Being awake never felt like this before
  And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve
  Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do
  Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
  Being awake never felt so clear and blue
    That's all I knew
  Guess that I was innocent too
  I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues
  I don't miss Julianne
    A friend she told me she felt sorry for me
  She said the truth would come crashing down on me
  That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is
  That I feel guilty for not giving a shit
    I got my bag of trash
  I got my bag of trash
  I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road
  How could she miss a man
  Who drags a bag of trash down the road
    This week I feel like I been born again
  I know that Julianne would have a fit
  She'd find a reason for the things that I did
  And gave me credit for the things that I've never been
    That's all I knew
  Guess that I was innocent too
  I can try just as hard as I can
  But I don't miss Julianne