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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
