i was twelve years old and you were fourteen years old
we liked eskimo kisses and running around in the cold
you liked smoking pot and so did i
you liked polly-o string cheese and i liked french fries
oh, i wish things were simpler now
i wish you were still around
oh, i wish things were simpler now
i wish you were still around
you were mean, and i thought that was how
it was supposed to be
i was insecure and thought it was cool
when you yelled belligerently
oh, i wish things were simpler now
i wish you were still around
oh, i wish things were simpler now
i wish you were still around
so maybe, i am nostalgic for certain things i shouldn’t be
and perhaps, and perchance, you were an asshole to me
you hit me hard, and called me fat
and kissed my friend and killed my cat
oh, things are different now
i am glad you are not still around
oh, things are different now
i am glad you are not still around
so this one time i fed you string cheese
and you fell down onto your knees
it’s because it wasn’t the regular kind
it was enriched with cyanide
oh, things are so much better now
you are dead and therefore not around
oh, things are just so perfect now
now that you’re buried in the ground