Sixteen

When I was sixteen

I dated a boy

With my own name

It was weird

In the back of his truck

Moaning my own name

While trying to fuck

And I didn't think you had to

Go to town

And tell everybody's mom that I'm

Sleeping around

Ready?

Now I realize

That all my friends are

Mostly friends with you

And I don't know

Who would show up to my barbecue

And I

Think you're the kind of guy

Who would meet me at a party and forget my name

And try to take me home all the same

Now I'm

I'm all alone in the grocery store

Wondering who

I'm buying all of these

Hot dogs for

Now I

Think you're the kind of guy

Who would meet me at a party and forget my name

And try to take me home all the same

Now I

Will never barbecue again

And you can keep all of your

Shitty friends

And I

Will never barbecue again

And I

Will never think of you again