Lyrics:
that i'm not straight edgeyou can tellby the look in my eyei hear that shit you preachit's so far out of reachyou meaningless x'sdon't cryit's done manyes, it's done manyes, it's donewe know your scene is goneyes it's gone, it's gonetrain of thought that you'll outgrowit's only a matter of timei'm old enough to thinkso i'm old enough to drinki won't ebb with your tidehide behind your x's, that is finebut keep it to yourselfdon't you get it, admit itthis phase is for the under twenty one Guttermouth Derek