Sixteen

When I was sixteen
I dated a boy
With my own name
It was weird
In the back of his truck
Moaning my own name
While trying to fuck
And I didn't think you had to
Go to town
And tell everybody's mom
That I'm
Sleeping around

Ready?

Now I realize
That all my friends are
Mostly friends with you
And I don't know
Who would show up to my barbecue

And I
Think you're the kind of guy
Who would meet me at a party and forget my name
And try to take me home
All the same now I

I'm all alone in the grocery store
Wondering who I'm buying all of these
Hot dogs for

And I
Think you're the kind of guy
Who would meet me at a party
And forget my name
And try to take me home
All the same, now I

Will never barbecue again
And you can keep all of your
Shitty friends

And I
Will never barbecue again
And I
Will never think of you again