Well, I see toast and peanut butter, I see can-openers and cans,
I see bass guitars and drum kits, I see Johnny and Rosanne,
I see peas lined up inside their pods, see pastries with your tea,
I see Nyquil and a good night's rest, but I don't see you and me.
Well, it's true we got bored in English class,
Made small talk so the time would pass,
Nice things to say about your dayglo shoes.
But class lets out and so do I, I swear I'm not your kind of guy,
I hope this song will help you get a clue.
Cause I see awkward post-pubescence,
And I see awful (shitty) taste in bands,
I see things that I'd like to ignore,
But I don't think I can.
I see prudence and mock-innocence,
But do you know what I want to do?
I see plugs stuck in their outlets,
I don't see myself in you.
Well, you winked at me and then you wrote
Another of your check box notes,
But I'm not checking yes, I'm checking no.
I thought it'd be an easy way out,
But now I guess I have my doubts,
People in remedial English sure are slow.
Cause I see white-trash future dropouts,
I see thick-necked football players,
There's a sea of Eminem fans,
Stoners with blank stares,
I see a nervous first-year teacher
Who don't know what to do,
I see my future at McDonald's
Worst of all I still see you.