Exceptionally Unexceptional

(album: Moms+Dads - 2011)

Well your parents said it's cool if we sleep in your room
And I am laying on your bed, your friends are sneaking through the windows
Take my hand and close your eyes with broken knees and glazed up highs
I think that we can steal a car if everything falls into place

Well I am here again in all these bullshit shows
With all my dumbest friends who think it's cool to smoke
Well I am staring at the ground, I was counting all my toes
Because the kid in front me I think that he will slit my throat

But I was nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing
And you were nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh

And I am running through the yard, I was jumping over fences
There is dirt in both my eyes because your brother threw me down
And I was sprinting down the street, I think I've broken both my legs
But I've been climbing up this tree so I can get the fuck away

And I am here again locked up inside my room
With all my asshole friends, sit back, enjoy the view
And I am staring at the wall, I am painting my own picture
One where I don't move away and say "Oh, God, yeah, do I miss her"

I am nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing
I am nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh