One, two, three, four All the old containers that I fill with my past You can find them on the second floor under my bed I miss the days when girls were scary Scarier than spiders ♪ Walks through the night that didn't take us anywhere I had funny lookin' legs You were funnier than most people knew you were But I knew you well ♪ We skipped a class or two to write a couple songs They were always pretty good 'Til the next year we realized that we were wrong ♪ You took a prepubescent kid and showed him to the world Introduced him to rock 'n' roll, YouTube, and girls I miss the days when girls were scary ♪ My mama said you were a bad influence But I've never been influenced by anyone that could Write or sing or make up shit as cool as you did ♪ You made me who I am ♪ You had my back and I had yours ♪ You had my back and I had yours We were just a couple of posers with guitars That were always out of tune ♪ We got a job that paid as low as it could Folded boxes 'til our hands were stained the color of wood But the dream that we were dreaming Didn't die when we were fired ♪ Started a band without a drummer or a mic Got a show within a week That I thought would be the show to change my life ♪ You made me who I am ♪ You had my back and I had yours ♪ You had my back and I had yours We were just a couple of posers with guitars That were always out of tune