Trailer Trash

Eating snowflakes 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 fake And you should've 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 know that I miss you And I'm sorry if I dissed you