I'm getting flashbacks to prom Out in Chad Van Dyke's bush Oh, weren't we all once that young Before the clockhands took what they took But my hands grip 'round the threads Of that still-born drunk dream But you're way past that now Except you're still stuck with me It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change I'm in a room with your mom After a Christmas parade I'm burnt-out and staggered Occupying some out-of-mind space And I'm a big disappointment Well, that's only half true Half of me is a party And the other half's letting down you It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change