From Scrumpy, With Love

My best friend, she's the weekend
The party that was talked about
My best friend tells stories
At least a book a day by mouth
And she's skin and bones
Just a bag of smoke
She smells like home
When I feel alone
My best friend, she's my shadow
The best that I have ever known
My best friend
My best bet
One day she's hot, one day she's cold
My best friend
My fest briend
I say I love you
She says I know
And your Star Wars references
Won't make me wanna cuddle any more

She lights a smoke and checks her phone
Criss cross apple sauce
We sleep all day and waste away
Just want to get stoned
Just want to cry
Just want to be emo all the time
Just want to die
And it's a joke but it's getting old

Sing alongs on the tag alongs
We drive and have no place to go
I got fifty cents
That's a cigarette
I wish I had a cherry Coke
But I've got you and you've got me
I miss you when you're not at home
I don't know why, kid
Why I tried this
Tried to make myself belong
I'm sorry that I need a hand
To simply help me move along
A gentle shove
A little love
Even if it might feel wrong

Cause I gotta get out
You wanna get down and jam
Mosh pits, swing dance, punk rock bands
And we're drunk
And I have got my finger in your mouth
How did it get there
God this is such a mess
I laugh hysterically and then
I pour another drink
And I sit on the roof and try to think
I think science
What is science
Evolution and design
I think college
Maybe college
I just want things to be mine
And mine alone
I need a home
To myself and no one else
All alone
All alone
My best friend is not my home

So I sing on and on and on it goes
We only have a year or so
Before I go to look for more
You can always knock on my door
On and on and off I go
Gotta find a brand new home
So later skater
Later, man
Find someone else to be your right hand man