I am an awful man, I was a shitty kid So were you, but we worked on it In the trailer park, on your cousin’s bed Changed your mind, and we worked on it
And all the wrong that I did to you for a piece of your body made me grow up to be so fucking useless And all along the Ohio Valley, you can sense isolation like a chemical plant, like a bonfire pissed out in summer
You were my electric summer, with our bodies stuck together like the resin on your record covers.