Carrie

I was today years old when I figured it all out And it hurts and it hurts and it hurts, it burns I wish you saw my face when I figured it out all My therapist was about to cry, I smiled It makes him laugh he said but where's the joke And I said you know how it never gets old I'm that scene in Carrie, when she's covered in pigs blood In front of the whole school And everybody's laughing their heads off That's how I felt when I figured it out I can see myself in my big pickup truck I want it white, I want it white I want to see through the windshield The way you smile The way you smile If I got my pick up I told you about I got my pick up I told you about