There's a picture in the drawer
Of our graduation that haunts me forever more
And you find me such a bore
As you pass out on the couch to a marathon of happy gilmore
Then we sit out on the porch
Watching moths caught up in spider webs
Above our summer torch
And I said you should get a job
As I'm wondering what all the free time is doing to your mind
And I thought you would be kind
But here I am left all alone
Stuck in my own mind
And I speak of you constantly
But you never speak of me