The Radical Story of Two Teenage Losers

First he was born. Then I came out my mother. We met on the playground. Me, 4 and him, 6. We rode bikes, told stories, joked around. Then I was 13 and he asked me out. Our first kiss was under the maple tree down by the river bottom. But I'm not gonna bore you to death by telling you my story. I'm gonna bore you to death telling you our story.