She said grow up you're a big kid In a small pond What a let down And who knew about that black hole In the basement of your mom's house And your best friend's back with her mean boyfriend Got a nicotine addiction, how appropriate And I can't find where I grew up It don't exist Anymore than anything does But strawberry chapstick And low expectations There's blood in my mouth But I can't taste it And bear knuckle fist fights on the back steps of St. Johns Man it sucks to realize it's all just a day job Must've kissed your mouth a million times But the memory's warped or compromised Just radio fuzz Seems every moment I ever lived, it don't exist Anymore than anything does But strawberry chapstick And low expectations There's blood in my mouth But I can't taste it Strawberry chapstick Low expectations There's blood in my mouth But I can't taste it