Well your parents said it’s cool if we sleep in your room
And I am laying on your bed
Your friends are sleeping through the windows
Take my hand and close your eyes with broken knees and glazed up eyes
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 who fucked 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’d 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

And I am nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing
And I am nothing more than a tire swing
And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh