Out of Tune

One, two, three, four

All the old containers that I fill with my past
You can find them on the second floor under my bed
I miss the days when girls were scary
Scarier than spiders

Walks through the night that didn't take us anywhere
I had funny lookin' legs
You were funnier than most people knew you were
But I knew you well

We skipped a class or two to write a couple songs
They were always pretty good
'Til the next year we realized that we were wrong

You took a prepubescent kid and showed him to the world
Introduced him to rock 'n' roll, YouTube, and girls
I miss the days when girls were scary

My mama said you were a bad influence
But I've never been influenced by anyone that could
Write or sing or make up shit as cool as you did

You made me who I am
You had my back and I had yours

You had my back and I had yours
We were just a couple of posers with guitars
That were always out of tune

We got a job that paid as low as it could
Folded boxes 'til our hands were stained the color of wood
But the dream that we were dreaming
Didn't die when we were fired

Started a band without a drummer or a mic
Got a show within a week
That I thought would be the show to change my life

You made me who I am
You had my back and I had yours

You had my back and I had yours
We were just a couple of posers with guitars
That were always out of tune