Justine

Justine Lyrics

We took an airplane
All the way into Baltimore with a girl named
Something that you'd have to ask my band mates
She stayed in the house with us for three days
And she named it the Canadian Embassy

It's hard to breathe, it's hard to sleep in the
Baltimore heat

The next day she didn't hang out with us because we're
Lame
Jeremy flipped off a tourist bus from the doorway
Then we met the Pop Punk Bored for crab cakes
I had a chicken sandwich, it wasn't too bad

The time that we had, except for the girl on the couch
Named Justine

Justine, Justine did you piss your pants or is it sweat
And mould?
Hang out with me and help brag about all the merch we
Sold
It's hard to believe that your pervert moustache is
Just joke
Before we leave
It made me sick how you kept your jeans in the freezer
You fucking kept your jeans in the freezer
Why did you keep your jeans in the freezer?
He fucking kept his jeans in the freezer
It made me sad. Just ask my band about the girl I
Named...