It’s 1998 outside! I feel it in the breeze!

Honey, come and look with me,

Do you see it in the trees?

It’s 1998 and I still think the world is small

It’s 1998 I don’t know anything at all!.

In 1998 I was working at Red Lobster

Feeling like a demi god must have, a fucking mobster.

In 1998 I could have any girl I wanted

But the girl I choose still today, my fucking life is haunting.

I often write emails to her

Just here inside my head.

I often wish this life were over.

That I would end up dead.