I'm so much more high school than I was in high school.
looking at that cigarette in your hand and it reminds me that we're not what we were last summer got me thinking the sad truth that I might not know who I am at all
san francisco for the day pretend we know the city but I'm not a hip kid and I'll never be as cool them and I'll drive just to prove that I can I'll park in small spaces to prove that I'm a man well how fucked up is that
it's hard to like me when I don't know me it's hard to respect me when I don't like me