Oh, Honey Dear, Go To Sleep; Call Up Your No Good Indie Friends
It's not my fault if I find myself
Singin' of the old crew
And that whole 'indie scene'
Me and Baby Gene used to fit in to;
So, you got us good, huh?
I swear,
I'll bite my lip
And pretend not to cry,
Even though I know
You've been talkin' shit to them all;
Oh my God, honey,
It forced me into denial
And made me sing a sweet serenade
To all of 'those' kids;
Kinny, though,
She said I was the coolest kid in school
'Cause I smoked a cigarette
And ran the streets
With a bottle of rum in hand;
You see, dear,
It's not the way my nose curves,
Or the way my braces shine
That I can't stand,
It's the way
You smooth talk me,
Because you know I've always
Had a soft spot for pot heads
And raging alcoholics;
So you can tell my mother now,
She'll give me my meds
And say:
"Oh, Honey Dear,
Won't you go to sleep?
Your mother needs time to
Reminisce about the times
Your father and I once shared,"
Dad moved out though,
He's with Lisa now,
Though he had Diane
Wrapped around his finger
Last week;
Thanks for the trying times,
Baby Gene, you and the whole gang,
Oh, God,
How you all have let me down
Singin' of the old crew
And that whole 'indie scene'
Me and Baby Gene used to fit in to;
So, you got us good, huh?
I swear,
I'll bite my lip
And pretend not to cry,
Even though I know
You've been talkin' shit to them all;
Oh my God, honey,
It forced me into denial
And made me sing a sweet serenade
To all of 'those' kids;
Kinny, though,
She said I was the coolest kid in school
'Cause I smoked a cigarette
And ran the streets
With a bottle of rum in hand;
You see, dear,
It's not the way my nose curves,
Or the way my braces shine
That I can't stand,
It's the way
You smooth talk me,
Because you know I've always
Had a soft spot for pot heads
And raging alcoholics;
So you can tell my mother now,
She'll give me my meds
And say:
"Oh, Honey Dear,
Won't you go to sleep?
Your mother needs time to
Reminisce about the times
Your father and I once shared,"
Dad moved out though,
He's with Lisa now,
Though he had Diane
Wrapped around his finger
Last week;
Thanks for the trying times,
Baby Gene, you and the whole gang,
Oh, God,
How you all have let me down