What if she never totures me anymore? How would I manage? What if she never nails my tongue To the bathroom floor? What if she walks away Leaving me a-ok Hiding each power tool Why would she be so cruel?
I could stab my arm myself Could rip my tonsils out Could set my hair aflame I could spray my eyes with mace But face the fact, without her It wouldn't be the same
Pugsley: Grandma, what if there was this girl who met this person and they're gonna run away and live alone and eat apples What would you give her?
Grandma: Nothing She's your sister, Be happy for her
Pugsley: But what if she doesn't get rid of him? What if all the good time are already behind me?
Grandma: That's life, kid You lose the thing love
Pugsley: Wednesday will drink and then She'll be herself again Lucas will leave her be So she can torture me Just like she always did 'Til then I'm just a strange, fat kid
