Eating snow flakes with plastic forksnAnd a paper plate of coursenYou think of everythingnShort love with a long divorcenAnd a couple of kids of coursenThey don't mean anythingnLive in trailers with no classnGoddamn I hope I can passnHigh school means nothingnTaking heartache with hard worknGoddamn I am such a jerknI can't do anythingnAnd I shout that you're all fakesnAnd you should have seen the look on your facenAnd I guess that's what it takesnWhen comparing your bellyachesnAnd it's been a long timenWhich agrees with this watch of minenAnd I guess that I miss younAnd I'm sorry if I dissed younI'm sorry if I screwed you upnnAnd you spend your whole life looking for the adult that you arenthen you spend the rest your life looking for, looking for the child that you were