Eat The Fucking Snow Glocca Morra

I was looking at, what, twenty feet of snow
That kept us in a fifth story apartment
But I don't
So he can have another
Some things stick when you throw hard enough
But I don't
He can have another

I reinvest myself into the auction hell
Play it a little faster every hour
It can happen to you any day now
So I sit alone, up in my room
Listening to old Green Day records
All by myself
Some favorite bands
A couple friends
And what it means to be sixteen again
These old things make me

I was on the beach
Too clear, the memory
Too sad to see it go
But too fucked up to care
I spent my summer in your parents' bedroom
Getting stoned and doing nothing