When I was sixteen
I dated a boy
With my own name
It was weird
In the back of his truck
Moaning my name
While trying to fuck
And I didn't think you had to
Go to town
And tell everybody's mom
That I'm
Sleeping around
Ready?
Now I realize
That all my friends are
Mostly friends
With you
And I don't know
Who would show up to my
Barbecue
Think you're the kind of guy
Who would meet me at a party
And forget my name
And try to take me home
All the same
I'm all alone
In the grocery store
Wondering who
I'm buying all of these
Hot dogs for
Think you're the kind of guy
Who would meet me at a party
And forget my name
And try to take me home
All the same
Will never barbecue again
And you can keep all of your
Shitty friends
Will never barbecue again
Will never think of you again

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