Out Of Tune
All the old containers that I fill with my past
You can find them on the second floor under my bed
I miss the days when girls were scary
Scarier than spiders
Walks through the night that didn't take us anywhere
I had funny lookin’ legs
You were funnier than most people knew you were
But I knew you well
We skipped a class or two to write a couple songs
They were always pretty good
Till the next year we realized that we were wrong
You took a prepubescent kid and showed him to the world
Introduced him to rock n' roll, YouTube, and girls
I miss the days when girls were scary
My mama said you were a bad influence
But I’ve never been influenced by anyone that could
Write or sing or make up shit as cool as you did
You made me who I am
You had my back and I had yours
You had my back and I had yours
We were just a couple of posers with guitars
That were always out of tune
We got a job that paid as low as it could
Folded boxes till our hands were stained the color of wood
But the dream that we were dreaming
Didn't die when we were fired
Started a band without a drummer or a mic
Got a show within a week
That I thought would be the show to change my life
You made me who I am
You had my back and I had yours
You had my back and I had yours
We were just a couple of posers with guitars
That were always out of tune
Desafinado
Todos los viejos contenedores que lleno con mi pasado
Los puedes encontrar en el segundo piso debajo de mi cama
Extraño los días en que las chicas daban miedo
Más aterradoras que las arañas
Caminatas por la noche que no nos llevaban a ningún lado
Tenía piernas de aspecto gracioso
Tú eras más gracioso de lo que la mayoría sabía que eras
Pero yo te conocía bien
Nos saltamos una clase o dos para escribir un par de canciones
Siempre fueron bastante buenas
Hasta que al año siguiente nos dimos cuenta de que estábamos equivocados
Tomaste a un chico preadolescente y lo mostraste al mundo
Lo presentaste al rock and roll, YouTube y chicas
Extraño los días en que las chicas daban miedo
Mi mamá decía que eras una mala influencia
Pero nunca he sido influenciado por alguien que pudiera
Escribir o cantar o inventar cosas tan geniales como tú lo hacías
Me hiciste ser quien soy
Tú me respaldabas y yo te respaldaba
Tú me respaldabas y yo te respaldaba
Solo éramos un par de impostores con guitarras
Que siempre estaban desafinadas
Conseguimos un trabajo que pagaba lo mínimo posible
Doblábamos cajas hasta que nuestras manos se manchaban del color de la madera
Pero el sueño que estábamos soñando
No murió cuando nos despidieron
Comenzamos una banda sin baterista ni micrófono
Conseguimos un show en una semana
Que pensé que sería el show que cambiaría mi vida
Me hiciste ser quien soy
Tú me respaldabas y yo te respaldaba
Tú me respaldabas y yo te respaldaba
Solo éramos un par de impostores con guitarras
Que siempre estaban desafinadas