The holy houses on the beach
The surf wax and the bare feet
Gin and juice was playing loud
Along with all my favorite childhood songs
The dart it flew
The aim was true
When I laid my eyes upon you
But holy shit
I ruined it
Broke out in hives
And I think I spit
On your face
While I was sayin somethin'll aim
Like I know everything
But I don't know anything
I use too much toilet paper
And too much toothpaste
Wandering around this crummy town
It's a constant reminder of all my doubts
Go get drunk at the local bar
Get thrown out for stripping down
And thinking I'm a prophet in my hometown
Just a bumbling fool
With nothing but drool
But holy fuck
Just my luck
My bike broke down with my face in the ground
But I couldn't feel any pain at all
Well thank god for alcohol
And I thought that if I had a family
I wouldn't feel the urgency
To just get up and leave
And disappear completely
And I guess that life's a mess
But I never was good at cleaning
I always had a maid for that