I hitched a ride on the back of your wheelchair
The old folks were staring, like we cared
Back at home you ripped your bong on the floor
While I read your diary, desperate for more
Your dad hit me up for a chemical snowflake
I put it in the mailbox, told him it was your take
I've known a few who reminded me of you
But I've never seen anyone do what you do
You're still living at your mom's apartment
You had the nerve to ask what that part meant
I never told you the truth, not one time
You didn't care cuz you had your own line
You don't have to wonder why
After all this time
You still take my lies
Every time
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