I never used to get it when my mother used to say
Not to talk to other kids at school
And your daddy used to tell me not to hang out with his little girl
Cause baby I was just not cool enough for you
I felt so lame that day when
I couldn’t find the words to say and
You were sitting on my bedroom floor
Half a mind to leave the door unlocked
Coming back, doesn’t make things right again
But we'll make things right again
Never really cared for those intricate mannerisms
They were just a means of passing time
When I was missing you
Couple beers and a pack of cigarettes
I would wait the whole night if I had to
When does this shit kick in?
I remember, her saying
And I hate all of your friends
And I am sure they hate me too
I felt so lame that day when
I couldn’t find the words to say and
You were sitting on my bedroom floor
Half a mind to leave the door unlocked
Coming back, doesn’t make things right again
But we'll make things right again