Even your eyes don't say what they mean,
Watching your dad take down the Christmas tree.
You got his nose and his real estate,
Just pure as the kitty cats that he threw in the lake.
The turtles you bought when you went to the park
Still lay in your bed, a fight in the dark.
And you want to think so fondly of your friend
That is boring and ugly and oh-oh-oh-oh-old.
Oh, oh.
Even that ring don't feel too big,
You're at the beach and his hair's in the wind
And the skin on that nose, is beginning to peel
You think you're his umbrella, you're his ferris wheel
And you can make things, you can break things, oh,
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Oh, can you hear me?
