I heard you almost caved and cut your hair Number zero til there's nothing there You used to fight em off all by yourself Now it's World War 3 and you're out looking for help On Cookman Ave Everyone looks like you They got all the same cheap traditional tattoos You stare at all the bricks behind the bar Somebody else you name while you try to forget who you are And your tongue is bloody from fighting with your teeth But I heard they're giving out Grammys to the one with the shortest speech And on Cookman Ave Everyone looks like you They got all the same cheap traditional tattoos You cuff your jeans Even though it's getting cold But we both know You only shave the parts that show It's too much when you're all alone Since you left I've been hanging out with worms Making friends with all the spiders Started digging a hole to China Everyone just stares I think I'm almost there And on Cookman Ave Everyone looks like you They still got all the same cheap traditional tattoos They cuff their jeans Even though it's getting cold Well maybe you can teach me how How to shave the parts that show If you even ever come back home