Lyrics

"And now you're even looking at— even if you're like, "No I listen to lots of girl punk!" If you're looking at even on the most progressive dude's iTunes You're looking at maybe like what? One in like eight or nine people tops? It's assumed that the people who play the instruments are men until you find out they're not men" You can be a mess and you can be a rock They would talk with you for hours About anything at all Never skipping a bеat To be there whеn you called Gave fourth, fifth, and sixth chances To written-off lost causes To them, no one was lost To them, you could always grow Now everything I do, I think, 'What would Joey Do' 'Cause even though they were a mess They were always there for you