Mike Jameson

This kid thinks he got a phone call, during school where he thinks he walks tall
But his cellular phone never rang at all; to the rest of the crowd, he was really small
This kid thinks he got a letter, with his mom’s home address on the header
It came in a package with a really tight sweater; it was his favorite color so he’s never felt better His grandma gets discounts at Claire’s; I’m thinking it’s ‘cause he works there
It’s weird he never seems to care, through the profane glares and awkward stares
The windows of his Geo roll down, O-Town can be heard from all around
He was thrown in a pool and left to drown, but he came right up without a frown

So this kid’s doorbell it rang one day
The others now want to see him everyday
He began to let his lungs decay
But he said all his problems faded away
I guess that’s what you get when you give in
When you socially turn back to sin
Look inside yourself and reach within
And see what you’ve done to Mike Jameson How could you tear apart an innocent friend?  Now you’ve put his life to an end
We’ll never know what he could have been; honest, humble Mike Jameson
We’ll never know what he could have been; you gave him hell and then again
We’ll never know what he could have been, no we’ll never know what he could have been

No we’ll never know what he could have been (See what you’ve done to Mike Jameson)
No we’ll never know what he could have been (See what you’ve done to Mike Jameson)

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