I`m not the one you dream about
And I`m not the one you can`t live without
I`m not the one who you wanna see
I`m not the one who you want to be seen with
And when you`re tired of all the jerks
And you`re tired of all the work
And you`re tired of being hurt
You will long for the comfort of my golf shirt
I`m not the one who was an old time punk rocker
I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back
When all that stuff went down
I`m not the one who was in a high school hardcore band
I sat in my room scoring with Ms. Pac-Man
And when you`re tired of all the jerks
And you`re tired of all the work
And you`re tired of being hurt
You will long for the comfort of my golf shirt
No tats, no piercings, no hats, no grunge beard baby, yeah (x4)