Justine

We took an airplane
 All the way to 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
 Oh oh, it's hard to breathe
 Oh oh, 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 board for crab cakes
 I had a chicken sandwhich it wasn't too bad
 Oh oh, the time that we had
 Oh oh, except for the girl on the couch named Justine
 Justine Justine
 Did you piss your pants or is it sweat and mold?
 Hang out with me
 And help brag about all the merch we sold
 It's hard to believe that your pervert mustache is just a joke
 Before we leave, it made me sick that you kept your jeans in the freezer
 You fucking kept your jeans in the freezer
 Why did you keep your jeans in the freezer?
 Kept your jeans in the freezer
 You fucking kept your jeans in the freezer
 It made me sad
 Just ask my band about the girl I named...