One, two, three, four

All the old containers that I fill with my pastYou 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