(Oh fuck! Woo! Let's go! Turn it up! Oh shit we're out of mac 'n' cheese. Oh shit! Rock and Roll!)

I've learned to cook so many times
I still can’t paint inside my lines
I miss your vans, the ones you drew on
With your pentagrams

I fall asleep inside your car
Passing out to NPR
So drive me home but not too fast (Woooo!)

Take me back to when you’d call me every other day
I miss my friends I miss my room
I can’t stand to watch you trip up every other day
I miss my friends, I miss my room

I’ve learned to cook so many times
(Wooooooo!)
I still can’t paint inside my own lines
(Yeaaaah!)

Take me back to when you’d call me every other day
I miss my friends, I miss my room
I can’t stand to watch you trip up every other day
I miss my friends, I miss my room