Graduation, summer vacation, masturbation: These are the things I'm growing tired of this semester. And you know we don't talk about anything at all. When you're coming over, I would rather you just call. And you're so fucked up. And you always wonder why nobody ever invites us anymore Well you're always standing... So where was I? Oh yeah, I remember, You're always standing in the corner sad, alone, and tired. And you know we don't talk about anything at all. When you're coming over, I would rather you just call. And you're so fucked up. I want to shove that beer right down your throat. I'm home. I'm home.