Trailer Trash

Eating snow flakes with plastic forks And a paper plate of course, you think of everything Short love with a long divorce And a couple of kids of course They don't mean anything Live in trailers with no class Goddamn I hope I can pass high school (means nothing) Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything And I shout that you're all fakes And you should have seen the look on your face And I guess that's what it takes When comparing your bellyaches And it's been a long time Which agrees with this watch of mine And I guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry If I dissed you --- Trailer Trash - Modest Mouse