If you eat the last hot pocket I swear I'll slit my wrists

7:30 a.m. you were out the door and headed off to school You never had many friends but the guys in your band who always thought you were cool When teachers could still punish you Mom and Dad always knew the truth when you told them that you didn't know whose cigarette that was Growing up as a kid back then wasn't so bad, I guess Bleached blonde hair and blank stares from the preppy teacher's pets Daddy's money cars for douchebag jocks and loud guitars for poor boys just like us It makes me think, I sure miss growing up Sneaking out as a kid back then was harder than it is today But the house parties were tight, kill the lights, run away if the police ever came Come on back when the coast was clear Crack another cheap light beer and that night would serve as history for the rest of that whole year Growing up as a kid back then wasn't so bad, I guess Homemade lemonade with the kick of whatever you could get You'd learn to drive the family car, your sibling's old ID got you in bars It makes me think, I sure miss growing up Now seeing kids on their phones these days, well it seems like they don't care how they act Can't look each other in the face and their lingo is all out of whack I mean, what the hell does bussing mean School's never had a safe space for me It makes me sick, it makes me sad, it makes me miss the times we had Growing up as a kid back then was just a bees knees Skateboard tricks and burned CDs gave us all the fame we'd need I've been around the block a time or two and nothing quite compares to you Days like that, you can't get back The hair, the clothes, the trends and all the fun I finally see, I sure miss growing up