Seth Hayes - French Toast Lyrics

Remember when mama used to make french toast, mm-mm
And all the scraped knees and the band-aids, how I miss those
But now I got a job, and gotta go to work
I'd rather not, but I'm hungry
And if I'm caught, with my head underwater
Then it's not, meant to be
Catch me on the first bus home, I'll be walking in alone
Never seem to get along with you, with you
I wrote a song about the girl in my past, you know the good ones don't last
And all the conversations, they never seem to get past
"Hello, how are you?"
"Do you think I'm cute?"
"Do you like my suit?"