my old age home

I want my old job back, I want my old parking space back,

In the foster home, my hair was my room.

Does anyone need to smell my old carpet?

Gonna go home, get my beer on, get my Lost on.

And then I went home to my condo,

She's right on my way home from work.

I certainly wouldn't wish it on my men,

I still have my old phone. This thing, indestructible.

Better men than Gabe have tried to be my boss.

My worst breakup was actually two breakups. Two different men.

Well, I did show my face around these parts, you old bastard.

At my foster home I never had a desk, so it's like...

- the woods behind the liquor store, the swamp behind the old folk's home ... - electric car dealership ... - the democratic primary

I don't mean that I didn't like my foster home. I did like it.

- Oh, that's a good idea. - And mine are at home, in a display case about my bed.

exam my Michael or you know and love travel drink with us and I probably should've told you I don't need it right now because Jim can take me home after said you're