Justin's friend is coming by at four
He'll park his bike on River Road
He always pauses when he's at the door
To listen in, hear if we're home
Does he think we're something wild?
Chaotic good in neutral roles?
In seven years, he's never seen me smile
In seven years, he's never known
We've got this figured
One level house on the Willamette
Trees spill from the back gate
Down to the banks where the dog plays
The quiet kid got his waterbed
He doesn't smoke, or that's what he says
He's still well, or that's what he says
He's doing well, or that's what he says
Too many limbs and too few eyes
Justin's friends are younger now
What changes hands won't change his mind
These magazines may tell us how
We got this thing figured out
We got this thing figured
But how good of a friend is he to Justin really anyway?
He sucker punched him by his locker as a kid
He sucker punched him and he don't remember it
We got this thing figured out
We got this thing figured
But tell me what do we know about Justin really anyway?
He's doing better or at least that's what he
We've got this figured
One level house on the Willamette
Trees spill from the back gate
Down to the banks where the dog plays
The quiet kid got his waterbed
He doesn't smoke, or that's what he says
He's still well, or that's what he says
He's doing well, or that's what he says