When I was sixteen I dated a boy With my own name It was weird In the back of his truck Moaning my name While trying to fuck And I didn't think you had to Go to town And tell everybody's mom That I'm Sleeping around Ready? Now I realize That all my friends are Mostly friends With you And I don't know Who would show up to my Barbecue And I Think you're the kind of guy Who would meet me at a party And forget my name And try to take me home All the same Now I I'm all alone In the grocery store Wondering who I'm buying all of these Hot dogs for And I Think you're the kind of guy Who would meet me at a party And forget my name And try to take me home All the same Now I Will never barbecue again And you can keep all of your Shitty friends And I Will never barbecue again And I Will never think of you again