I first played with my stick-string
When I was two years past my prime
Pumped it 'til somethin' bled
One-to-three years before and four years after the spring of '04

It was summer and I was out of school
Found God and I tried real hard
Jesus quit and I found Charlie
Who knows, but I could've gone real far

Oh, when I look back now
I wanted that spring to last forever
And if I had the choice
Maybe I'd always wanna be there
Those were the closest to the best days of my life

I keep on complainin'
It's a job someone's gotta do
Spend my evenin's down at the bus stop
Thinkin' about the time I lost you

Standin' on your teacher's stage
I wanted us to be together
Oh, but when you withheld your hand
I knew it was to be never
Those were the closest to the best days of my life

Back in the spring of '04

Man, I was killin' time
I was young and stupid
We needed to rewind
I'll regret it all forever - forever, yeah

And now the times are changin'
Look at everythin' that's goin' wrong
Sometime's when I play with my stick-string
I think about ya and imagine a place where nothin' went wrong

Standin' on your teacher's stage
I wanted us to be together
Oh, but when you withheld your hand
I knew it was to be never
Those were the closest to the best days of my life

Back in the spring of '04

I was a big baby in '04