P.H.F.
Hella
One day i'll be sitting here alone with
No one on the phone to call
Come say all the things you to my face
But i won't be around at all
And i won't think of y'all

And i won't think of y'all

Driveway, thinking pity i think i'll stay
And beat up on my parents lawn
I made, i wanted to fake my way
But they still dragged me across the hall

And i won't think of y'all

Blow wave and acrylic nails i'll be behaved
But i'll still drag your weak slack jaw
He's dazed and confused about the things you say
But i'm the same 'cos damn you drawl

And i won't think of y'all