Give me back

Give me back my kisses give them back

Give me back my 501s give them back

Give me back my pride give it back

Give me back my toothbrush give it back

And I'll give you back your loving

'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack

Give me back my future give it back

Give me back my Polaroids give them back

Give me back my friends give them back

Give me back my peace of mind give it back

And I'll give you back your loving

'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack

And keep your temper to yourself

Try to control your psychotic reactions

Try not to ruin

Everybody's life around you

And get yourself a life

Give me back my car keys my boxer my DVD's

My porn films and all of my LPs

My hair loss treatment shampoo and my all spice after shave too

And the photograph you keep in your wallet where I'm kissing you

Give me back my tools my guitar and my skateboard

My surfing mags and all of my surfboards

The time we wasted together the waves and the sunny weather

And keep the toys we had hid in the first drawer for when there's another

And keep your temper to yourself

Try to control your psychotic reactions

Try not to ruin

Everybody's life around you

And get yourself a life ^[1]