Eating snow flakes with plastic forks And a paper plate of course, you think of everything Short love with a long divorce And a couple of kids of course
They don´t mean anything Live in trailers with no class goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can´t do anything And I shout that you´re all fakes And you should have seen the look on your face And I guess that´s what it takes When comparing your bellyaches And it´s been a long time Which agrees with this watch of mine And I guess that I miss you, and I´m sorry if I dissed you