We were never
much for
                                           shopping malls
We weren't
interested in
                                             t a l k i n' ****
We
chose
your basement
and a case
over every single
                                                   house kegger
for four years straight
We bought
concert tickets
on
                                             prom night
We drove to
Philly
with a couple forties
and
~l A u g H E d~
so hard
our
ribs
ached
Always
doing
100
miles
an
hour
                                          down
the
                         freeway
listening to
Scranton punk
and flicking
dead joints
out the
passenger side
window
On
l a z y
nights
we'd park at the church
up the road a little ways from my house
I'd watch your
lips
move
                                                                ­                 slow and careful
as you sang
under the street lights
and asked
"how am I sounding?"
I'd usually tell you
...it could be better
Just because I wanted to listen
to you try again
And again and again
until it was stuck in my head
Oh,
I swear
You're
Still
Stuck
In
My
Head