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