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Looked down the hallway to the mirror
Noticed all those stretch marks
From when I was 15
And I smoked too much weed
Those marks remind me
Of scars behind me

Now that I’m wiser
I know it was just an opportunity
To grow and be on my own
But not alone
Those marks are mine
And they don’t pay no fines

Ahhh
I should’ve known better
I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
I was afraid of my demons but now we’re hanging
Don’t want to be with you, man
I want to be in the band

No here’s a lighter, toke an antidote for your ego stroke
We are not prisoners just friends in the rope
Braid those frays
Keep it all contained

I am a wise gal
Shoulda told you, woulda told you if you
Would’ve listened to me
Speaking about all my dreaming
Aw that’s okay, I only know
My half of the half of the half of the half

Ahhh
I should’ve known better

I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
I was afraid of my demons but now we’re shaking hands
Don’t want to be with you man
I want to be in the band

I asked for honey when I should’ve been making my money
I wasted time betting, shacking with beaus in their buggies
Give me another hand
I want to be in the band

Whatcha gonna do with those bees in your bonnet?
Oh sweet Jesus, I think they’re hornets
Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll still make honey
Give it to your monkey
It’ll be so nice

I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
I was afraid of my demons but now we chillin'
Don’t want to be with you man
I want to be in the band

I asked for sugar
I should’ve taken it
Just like you took it

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