Screaming north in an orange Chevy Nova
Golf ball bouncing in the gas tank, method acting like a grown up
You're right on my way out past Icicle Grove
Now that might mean that you're rich
But it probably means that you're super poor
Not that I'd know or care, you met me up on the thoroughfare
Smirking through the window
Said you told your friends you're washing your hair
'Cause they don't know about us
Yeah, they don't know about us
Said, "I'll totally go, but you're gonna have to pick me up
'Cause they don't know about us"
Now you're sitting in my car messing with the radio
Acting like a compliment, and looking for a song you know
I said "This isn't easy. You can't just say you're 22"
You barely roll you eyes and say, "I'm gonna have more luck than you"
Looking for you cousin's friend who hangs around the liquor store
I think that's probably him: dusty guy chain smoking Newports
And he don't know about us
Yeah, he don't know about us
Give him forty bucks and say, "Cheap gin and Hawaiian Punch"
'Cause he don't know about us
The air is really getting hot, loudly blowing through the cab
All the goods safe inside a backpack, going swimming near the dam
I'm not sure why I'm asking "Would you ever want children?"
But you say "It'll probably happen," not sounding particularly willing
Family's fucked up, got like three creepy uncles
Your stepdad's a drunk and your mom is an asshole
And they don't know about us
Yeah, they don't know about us
In two more years, it's Portland or bust
Where they won't know about us