Well your parents said it's cool if we sleep in your room And I am laying on your bed, your friends are sneaking through the windows Take my hand and close your eyes with broken knees and glazed up highs I think that we can steal a car if everything falls into place Well I am here again in all these bullshit shows With all my dumbest friends who think it's cool to smoke Well I am staring at the ground, I was counting all my toes Because the kid in front me I think that he will slit my throat But I was nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing And you were nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh And I am running through the yard, I was jumping over fences There is dirt in both my eyes because your brother threw me down And I was sprinting down the street, I think I've broken both my legs But I've been climbing up this tree so I can get the fuck away And I am here again locked up inside my room With all my asshole friends, sit back, enjoy the view And I am staring at the wall, I am painting my own picture One where I don't move away and say "Oh, God, yeah, do I miss her" I am nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing I am nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh