Golfshirt

I'm not the one you dream about And I'm not the one you can't live without I'm not the one who you want to see I'm not the one who you want to be seen with And when you're tired of all the jerks And you're tired of all the work And you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golf shirt I'm not the one who was an old time punk rocker I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back When all that stuff went down I'm not the one who was in a high school hardcore band I sat in my room scoring with Ms. Pac-Man And when you're tired of all the jerks And you're tired of all the work And you're tired of being hurt You will long for the comfort of my golf shirt No tats, no piercings, no hats, no grunge beard baby, yeah [x4]