[Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]
Please, mom, you ground me all the time
I know that I was right all along
And I'm hoping, remember I'm a kid
I know not what I did, just having fun

[Pre-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
You couldn't wait for something new
And yesterday I thought of you
It left me to think as if I couldn't walk away
It's too late, I fell through

[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
Nothing to lose
A boy who went out when he finished all his chores
Nothing to do
They can't trust me 'cause I blew it once before

[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]
Shit, dad, please don't kick my ass
I know I've seen you trashed at least one time
Can I blame it on one of my dumb friends
It's been awhile since I have used that line

[Pre-Chorus: Tom DeLonge (& Mark Hoppus)]
You couldn't wait (you couldn't wait)
For something new (for something new)
And yesterday (and yesterday)
I thought of you (I thought of you)
It left me to think as if I couldn't walk away
It's too late, I fell through
[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
Nothing to lose
A boy who went out when he finished all his chores
Nothing to do
They can't trust me 'cause I blew it once before
Alright!

[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
Nothing to lose
A boy who went out when he finished all his chores
Nothing to do
They can't trust me 'cause I blew it once before

[Speech]
Tom: Hey uh Mark
Mark: What, what the fuck do you want Tom? I'm sick of "hey Mark, hey hey Mark, hey Mark, hey look at this, hey look at—look at how I make it bigger if I rub it, look at this, hey Mark come here"
Tom: No seriously, Mark hey, hey Mark. I wasn't really masturbating, I've never done that. I was inspecting my testicles for weird bumps
Mark: That—that's what you say, that's what you say, if your parents ever catch you, "I wasn't masturbating, I was just cleaning it and it went off!"
Tom: Do you guys wanna hear a song that I wrote about four days ago? 'Cause you really don't have a choice, you might as well be into it
Mark: Yeah, you might as well act like you wanna hear it 'cause otherwise we'll play it twice
Tom: Yeah, you bastards. Song goes like this