none of my boring words, just lyrics.
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.
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