Fifteen

Hate your friends 'cos they're the only ones

That make you want to die

And they make their scene

The priss and preen, they'll never get it right

The mirror on the living room wall

Ain't been too kind since you hit grade four

But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away

You know it's just not your time

He's the boy you got

He's the ticket stub that never won a prize

And and there's no hard sell 'cos he's got a face

Came straight from a fight

But he answers [unverified] calls

And he's under six feet tall

But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away

You know it's just not your time

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog

His jeans never fit quite right

But there's a razor blade cut

And a feeling in your gut that says

There ain't no way to disguise it

Hate your friends 'cos they're the only ones

That make you want to die

And they make their scene

The priss and preen, they'll never get it right

The ones who shine so bright

Are made or broke come Friday night

But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away

You know it's just not your

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog

His jeans never fit quite right

But there's a razor blade cut

And a feeling in your gut that says

There ain't no way to disguise it

But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away

You know it's just not your time

That's the way we're gonna get it right