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