Eating snowflakes 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

and you spend your whole life looking for the adult that you are

and you spend the rest of your life looking for the child you were