Original lyrics

EN

Well your parents said it’s cool if we sleep in your room And I am laying on your bed Your friends are sleeping through the windows Take my hand and close your eyes with broken knees and glazed up eyes I think that we can steal a car if everything falls into place Well I am here again in all these bullshit shows With all my dumbest friends who think it’s cool to smoke Well I am staring at the ground I was counting all my toes Because the kid who fucked me I think that he will slit my throat But I was nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing And you were nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh And I am running through the yard I was jumping over fences There is dirt in both my eyes Because your brother threw me down And I was sprinting down the street I think I’d broken both my legs But I’ve been climbing up this tree so I can get the fuck away And I am here again Locked up inside my room With all my asshole friends Sit back, enjoy the view And I am staring at the wall I am painting my own picture One where I don’t move away and say: Oh, God, yeah, do I miss her And I am nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing And I am nothing more than a tire swing And this was nothing more than a high school thing, oh