MOG

They don't mean anything
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
And it's been a long time
And I'm sorry if I dissed you
And I guess that's what it takes

And I shout that you're all fakes
Goddamn I hope I can pass, high school means nothing
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
Taking heartache with hard work
They don't mean anything
When comparing your bellyaches

Taking heartache with hard work
Short love with a long divorce and a couple of kids of course
Goddamn I hope I can pass, high school means nothing

And I shout that you're all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
Live in trailers with no class
Which agrees with this watch of mine

Short love with a long divorce and a couple of kids of course

Which agrees with this watch of mine
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I know that I miss you
Live in trailers with no class
And it's been a long time
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks

And I guess that's what it takes
And I guess that I miss you
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
When comparing your bellyaches