A word of advice
Try to think twice
Before a hard move, and after that choice
I went to your house
Sat small on your couch
While you drank battle beer and stayed me to the ground

You loved my jackal smile
Who gives a fuck about the hard times coming up, coming up?
And in my jackal smile
Who knew you'd put up such a fuss, put up a fuss?

You're brought up in my head
When I think about what could've been
Now I doubt you, and I feel it
I might see you again

Exactly what it seems
Hold on to 16
I trail off, while you trip behind me
But things were starry then
Wishes from my pen
When I hear your name I think back to when

You loved my jackal smile
Who gives a fuck about the hard times coming up, coming up?
And in my jackal smile
Who knew you'd put up such a fuss, put up a fuss?