(That's a wonderful acoustic, let's go, are you ready? A'ight)
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Now every great story's got some good and some bad
Like the time I came for dinner and I sat by your dad
And he asked me what I liked about you most and I said
"I think my favorite thing about her is the way she gives head"
Oops, you can blame that on my mild Tourette's
'Cause something tells me that this moment is as good as it gets
As we're laying in your room I get this feeling of hope
But I know we'll never last, your parents think we're a joke
We both know
Exactly what we're doing here
So, let's stay in bed
'Cause soon this all will disappear
I can see in the future
You and me on the sofa
Wasting all our days away
Take me back to seventh grade
They don't see our potential
Ever since I went mental
Wasting all my days away
Take me back to seventh grade
I know I have some issues, I'm the first to admit it
But listen, I don't need a therapist 'cause I'm my own critic
When you told me it was over, well I wasn't surprised
Still I had to try and hide a couple tears in my eyes
Then I pulled my shit together and walked out of your room
Saying something really corny like, "I'll see you soon"
I think back on our relationship and wish that we had it
For longer than the 30 seconds that I never lasted
We both know
Exactly what we're doing here
So, let's stay in bed
'Cause soon this all will disappear
I can see in the future
You and me on the sofa
Wasting all our days away
Take me back to seventh grade
They don't see our potential
Ever since I went mental
Wasting all my days away
Take me back to seventh grade
You tell me to breathe and close my eyes and count to ten
But low self-esteem would be a step-up from where I am
You tell me to breathe and close my eyes and count to ten
But low self-esteem would be a step-up from where I am
I can see in the future
You and me on the sofa
Wasting all our days away
Take me back to seventh grade
They don't see our potential
Ever since I went mental
Wasting all my days away
Take me back to seventh grade