Strawberry Chapstick

She said grow up you're a big kid
In a small pond
What a let down
And who knew about that black hole
In the basement of your mom's house
And your best friend's back with her mean boyfriend
Got a nicotine addiction, how appropriate
And I can't find where I grew up
It don't exist
Anymore than anything does

But strawberry chapstick
And low expectations
There's blood in my mouth
But I can't taste it

And bare-knuckle fist fights on the back steps of St. Johns
Man it sucks to realize it's all just a day job
Must've kissed your mouth a million times
But the memory's warped or compromised
Just radio fuzz
Seems every moment I ever lived, it don't exist
Anymore than anything does

But strawberry chapstick
And low expectations
There's blood in my mouth
But I can't taste it

Strawberry chapstick
Low expectations
There's blood in my mouth
But I can't taste it