I'm not seventeen
And going on nowhere fast
A decade
Well, she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
She
I was falling through the cracks, now I'm piling up
Election night in that wonderful crowd
The President's speech wasn't
I kicked the shelf at the junkpile, one big crash
Sluggo's
I was sitting with a bloody head
Outside of X
What happened to our dumb plans?
Did we lose them once
