six

when i was six i broke my sister's arm, she was ridin' a bike down the road, and of course it wasn't intentional, but it still makes me sentimental, and i would never make you feel, the way some people would make me feel, for i wouldn't do that to you, cause fuck those jerks that only hate you, they don't know you're great, but i do, when i was eight i broke my own arm, jumpin' off the top of the slide, and i know it didn't make us even, so i slept on it for one whole night, and i would never make you feel, the way some people would make me feel, for i wouldn't do that to you, cause fuck those jerks that only hate you, they don't know you're great, but i do, i do, i do, i do, and i would never make you feel, the way some people would make me feel, for i wouldn't do that to you, cause fuck those jerks that only hate you, they don't know you're great, but i do, i do, i do, i do