Trailer Trash
Eating snowflakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course
You think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids, of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
God-damn, I hope I can pass
High school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
God-damn, I am such a jerk
I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes (fakes)
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your belly aches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I know that I miss you
And I'm sorry if I dissed you
Eating snowflakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course
You think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids, of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
God-damn, I hope I can pass
High school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
God-damn, I am such a jerk
I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes (fakes)
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your belly aches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you
And I'm sorry if I dissed you
And a paper plate of course
You think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids, of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
God-damn, I hope I can pass
High school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
God-damn, I am such a jerk
I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes (fakes)
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your belly aches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I know that I miss you
And I'm sorry if I dissed you
Eating snowflakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course
You think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids, of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
God-damn, I hope I can pass
High school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
God-damn, I am such a jerk
I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes (fakes)
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your belly aches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you
And I'm sorry if I dissed you
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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