"eating snow flakes 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 fakes, and you should have 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 guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry if I dissed you."
-modest mouse, trailer trash