We moved when I was 3 so I really don't remember
What life was like in Fort Walton Beach then
But I do recall my very special friend
Her name was Marjorie Prokosh, but I just called her Margie
Tea party on the packing box was the last time she saw me
Later when I was 6, I got a letter from her
They'd lost their house in a storm and life was sort of a bummer
But she was playing in a local production of Cats
Envelope sealed with a rose sticker and that's
The last I heard of her after moving up to MD
Began my education there, Cath'lic schooling till grade 3
I never skipped a grade, I was just that much smarter
But if I'd stayed at home, it would just be that much harder
'Cause be then, Mom and Dad, they had my little brother Michael
And my sister Maryann, her noise, it just stifles
At the moment she's destroying our family from within
And Dad's doing it too, but I won't mention that again
In second and third grade, I was a pop'lar guy
When we moved to Carolina, it changed, now I know why
I started to exhibit the symptoms of ADD
They loved me like the Wildlife Fund loves DDT
I was rejected and made fun of but I really didn't notice
It took my only friend Jonathan's betrayal to show this
(World is full of)
Folks who jump off if the boat begins to sway
Today they'll be your homie
Tomorrow they'll call you gay
I can't say that was when I lost my innocence
'Cause for 2-point-5 more years, I was still stuck in my trance
My delusion, my belief that each day you can start fresh
That mistakes you make one day really don't affect the rest
That people will still accept you for all your bugs and quirks
I thought that they might like me even though I was a jerk
Anyway, eighth grade was my first year as a teen
But some terrorists screwed my birthday up for all eternity
So now when I wanna celebrate the day that I was born,
Everybody else just wants a silent moment to mourn
I'm not pissing on the gravestones of the ones who died
But if I smile on the eleventh, I get the evil eye
I made some friends and some not, that last year at Saint Ann's
And all of them I know deep down I'll never see again
But so much of this has shaped me, I cannot let it go
This is why I am this way. I wanted you to know.