Honestly, I can't remember (teen dreams)
All my teenage feelings, and their meanings
They seem too see-through to be true
All the who's are there
But the why's (but the why's, the why's) are unclear (are unclear)
Picture this
A long-awaited sickening kiss
So, how does it feel (explain) to know (how)
You've rewritten history? (These things change)
Despite the complicated beginning to all of this
Honestly?

Sorry, it's just, people are complaining (Too bad)
You know, they want to know if you guys can maybe try tuning up again? Or- (No!)
...play on beat and just do it right? (No!) All right
Let's stop foolin' around
And turn this band into a lean, mean
Mom Jeans revenge machine (Yeah!)
Mom Jeans!

What do you want me to say
It's never going away
'Cause I'm stuck on you
Like the smell of cigarettes on your flower dress

I want you under my fingernails
I want you in my sleep and in my dreams
I wake up spooning my pillow
Sweaty hands but please don't tell your friends

Now I'm addicted to cigarettes
At first I didn't let myself inhale
But smoke got through and so did you
And now every burn hole smells like home

And I know it's killing me
But that still won't stop me
'Cause now we smell the same
But you still kill me faster

I don't mind that you lie sometimes
Because I lie too guess I'm just like you
I don't mind that you lie sometimes
Because I lie too guess I'm just like you

I don't mind that you lie sometimes
Because I lie too guess I'm just like you
I don't mind that you lie sometimes
Because I lie too guess I'm just like you

I don't mind
That you lie sometimes
Because Iie too
Guess i'm just like you

When I was just a boy, we'll call it 15 or so
I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones
That girl who's next to me, she found herself bored to tears
She realized that if she wanted conversation, she's out of luck for three more years

When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so
I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones
That girl who's next to me, she's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty
But all she has to say is a meat head-themed monologue on why Brad ran away

She said, "All I can hope for is for me to get better
Because all I can take is no more
I'll win him back again, we'll be lovers, best friends
He won't need no other woman like he did way back when he was with me"

He needed more than me
I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty
But he needed more than me

When I felt that I should leave, we'll call it midnight or so
I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in her bones
That girl who's next to me, she don't know her worth in this town
Because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me
Is grinning as he's checking her out

I said, "All I can hope for is for you to get better
Because all I can take is no more
I'll hide where I can, away from you and your friends
Leaking tears over beers once again"

Leaking tears over beers once again
Leaking tears over beers once again

Honestly, I can't remember (teen dreams)
All my teenage feelings, and their meanings
They seem too see-through to be true
All the who's are there
But the why's (but the why's, the why's) are unclear (are unclear)
Picture this
A long-awaited sickening kiss
So, how does it feel (explain) to know (how)
You've rewritten history? (These things change)
Despite the complicated beginning to all of this
Honestly?