You called me up after You had your first kid.
Then You asked me if We should've waited.
So I waited and I waited and I waited all just to hear you say
"I Think That We Should Face-It.
I can't Believe You Drove All This Way For My Birthday".
"But I already have my Tux..."
Forget This Shit
Forget Karma
Forget Back Luck.
You were on your third boyfriend.
I can't believe I fell for this again.
I don't care about your stupid prom.
It's cool, whatever; I'll just take your mom.
We were just thirteen,
We were just learning,
We were flirting,
Practicing and Mastering.
Then we were 14
Then we were 15
and 16, 17,
You came to East Palestine.
A Sweet romantic little happening
always seemed to happen in between
I've made you sound so mean,
But really I miss you, finally I'm not exaggerating.
I'm sorry, Baby, but I've got to let you go.
Maybe if you weren't all of the way in Toledo.
Distance has never bothered me though,
You'll see it in a minute when I reference Orlando.

All Day I like awake
I wonder if She'll ever come my way.

What were you doing when you were Twenty-Two?
I've got camp after camp overflowing in my hands.
I know how to rock-climb all the way to the top.
Getting married soon; good thing I know how-to tie knots.
Baby, I'll tie that knot so tight.
I'll tie-it with a figure eight
with a bowline on a bight.
I went deep down south for my brother's co-worker
and I fell for his sister and I fell for her friend
and I went back again,
and I haven't decided between to two ever since.
If you two were to become one,
I wouldn't tell you apart,
Because how many times you broke my heart.

All Day I like awake
I wonder if She'll ever come my way.

If I'm the child that you think I am,
Who else wouldn't be scared of big and strong scary man?
I'm a counselor not a camper, baby. It's not the same.
Holla to my Brothas and The Third Class Band.
Someone guide me closely because I'm going over-the-edge.
oh shit, hipster shit, that's not what I should of said.
Now I'm digging my hole and I've dug my grave.
Is that dirt on my face? Nah, I just need to shave.
Just because you're Mexican;
I'll shout as loud as I can.
I just want freedom fries,
support your troops they saved our lives.
You just want a scholarship
I just want potato chips.
Now you know what's realistic,
yet, you don't know you'r racist.
Pretend that I know what-to-say.
oh shit, cowboy shit, me no comprende.
If you don't speak-it,
You don't earn to seek-it.
Double Quarter Ponder w/ cheese, and I bleed it."