I don't know what bugs me more, the fact that Joey can drive or the fact that I might never learn how to drive.
I don't know why I feel that way, I mean I am really happy that's he learning and that he will get his lisence. I just want to be good at something. I am stupid, I'm not smart. I don't even know what I want to do in life, Joey knows.
I don't even know why is going out with me, he can get a better girlfriend, someone who isn't stupid, and has something going for her. He is going somewhere and I'm gonna be left behind.
Yeah I suck in all my classes, I can't write, I can't spell, I can't even write a right sentence. I suck at History, I can't even do well just listening. The only thing I am somewhat good at is Math and it's kids math. I should be shot.
I was 20 and she was 18, were were just about wild as were were green, in the ways of the world.
She picked me up in that red rag top, we were free of the folks and hiding from the cops. On a summer night, running all the red rights.
We park way out in a claring in a grove and the night was as hot as a coal burning stove, we were cooking the gas, we'd had the last.
In the back of that red rag top, She said please don't stop
Well the very first time her mother met me, her green eyed girl had been a mother to be for 2 weeks
I was out of a job and she was in school, life was fast and world was cruel we were young and wild, we decided not to have a child
So we did what we did and we tried to forget, and we swore up and down there would be no regrets in the morning light, but on the way home that night
On the back on that red rag top, she said please don't stop.....loving me
We took one more trip around the sun, but it's was all make believe in end, No I can't say where she is today, I can't remember who I was, back then.
Well you do what you do, and you pay for you sins, and there's not such thing as what might have been, that's a waste of time, drive you out of your mind.
I was stopped at red light, just yesterday beside a young girl in a caberola, and her eyes were green, and I was in an old scen.
I was back in that red rag top, on the day she stopped loving me.
I was back in the red rag top, on the day she stopped loving me.