I hate chemistry and my
guitar is melting in the back of
my red pick up truck
sitting in my driveway
I ride my bike, you ride my bike
and I'll keep baking cookies.
See, my life is happy
or at least that's what I tell them all
but if I had a bright red marker,
I would write my promise on the wall
"things aren't over yet"
and I'd keep living like
my throat is on fire
I'd let you know what I was doing,
sneaking out the back
I'd say 'don't worry' cuz
no one else is looking over their shoulders
so why should you?