G  D  Am  C  x2


G                                   D
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
 
                                       
And a paper plate of course

Am            C
You think of everything


G                         D
Short love with a long divorce

 
And a couple of kids, of course

Am                   C
They don't mean anything


G                          D
Live in trailers with no class


God damn, I hope I can pass

Am                  C    
High school means nothing


G                           D
Taking heartache with hard work


God damn, I am such a jerk

Am           C
I can't do anything


G D Am C   x2


G                             D
And I shout that you're all fakes

                                         Am
And you should've seen the look on your face

                             C
And I guess that's what it takes

                           G
When comparing your belly aches



G                     D
And it's been a long time

                                Am
Which agrees with this watch of mine

                        C
And I know that I miss you

                           G
and I'm sorry if I dissed you


G D Am C   x2


[repeat whole song again]