Give Me Back

Give me back my kisses, give 'em back
Give me back my 501s, give 'em back
Give me back my pride, give it back
Give me back my toothbrush, give it back
And I’ll give you back your love
'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack
Give me back my future, give it back
Give me back my polaroids, give 'em back
Give me back my friends, give 'em back
Give me back my peace of mind, give it back
And I’ll give you back your love
'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack
And keep your temper to yourself
Try to control your psychotic reactions
Try not to ruin everybody’s life around you
And get yourself a life
Give me back my car keys, my boxer, my DVD’s
My porn films and all of my LPs
My my hair loss treatment shampoo and my all spice after shave too
And the photograph you keep in your wallet where I’m kissing you
Give me back my tools my guitar and my skateboard. My surfing mags and all of
my surfboards
The time we wasted together the waves and the sunny weather
And keep the toys we had hid in the first drawer for when there’s another
And keep your temper to yourself
Try to control your psychotic reactions
Try not to ruin everybody’s life around you
And get yourself a life