I believed in romance
And how it all played out
Over hours and hours spent
On your basement couch
Parents sleeping
Couldn't be too loud
Bodies aligned
Parallel to the ground
Only shoes off
Being watched by God
Oh, our dirty old high school
Held hands in the hall
Studied you only
Let my other grades fall
Took you to all the dumb dances
With our prettied-up friends
In a tieless dress shirt
Not tucked in
We were f*cking punk rock
Or so we thought
Only shoes off
Being watched by God