My Family Looks Out For Me Like Friends Songtext

I was more of a sipper than a gulper but anything felt like a weapon in my hand,
or at least a shield. But I could shift my weight from foot to foot and feel myself getting stronger
in the back of my head. Parking lot to parking lot. In summer no one told us what to do, we never
had to cut my hair, you never made me feel little. I'd like to say thanks. Now everything's gotten abstract.
It's weddings and funerals. It's distance multiplied by when I get some free time. 1993 - when no one
would sit next to me. Four days apart twice removed. We climbed my fucking tree. We jumped off the roof.
Pizza, Pizza, Crazy bread.