The Song:
Stepkids in Love, by The Switches
The Lyrics:
You think you made it cus you've fucked up my life
I only knew you when your dad got a wife
You lead me down, and now you're leaving town
Ah-ha-ha-ha ah-ha-ha-ha, step kids in love (x2)
You're room faced mine and you would leave on your light
I'd turn it off and we'd go bump in the night
You lead me down, and now you're leaving town
Ah-ha-ha-ha ah-ha-ha-ha, step kids in love
I know the reason doctor treason, left you hollow
You cashed my words and sold illusions that you borrowed
It's a lonely life
It's a lonely life
My mamma told me this would end up a mess
But all I needed was to get you undressed
You lead me down, and now you're leaving town
Ah-ha-ha-ha ah-ha-ha-ha, step kids in love (x2)
I never felt your daddy's fist before (lack of guts, lack of guts)
And now I know, the taste of the floor - no!
So now you're splitting with your circle of lies
I'll mail you the papers and I'll tell you all my spies
To hunt you down, cus now you're leaving town
Ah-ha-ha-ha ah-ha-ha-ha, step kids in love
Self mutilated, you were jaded from the get go
Slippin' and slidin', I was asking for a hiding
It's a lonely life, it's a lonely life
Step kids in love; I've got a date with the step kids in love
Under covers with the step kids in love
Whoa, I'm gonna nail the step kids in love - enough!
What it Means to Chad:
Let me tell you a story, readers. Once upon a time there a was a little boy whose mommy had a very special friend. And that very special friend was a man, and he had a daughter. And that little girl meant more to that boy than he could say, than he could ever understand. When he held her hand, the electricity between them made his fingers dance and hold on even tighter. He never wanted to let her go. But one day, the boy's mommy married her special friend, and they told the little boy he couldn't love the little girl the way he did, because she was his sister now, and he had to treat her like his sister. The boy started to cry, and watched his love fade into memory. That little boy was me. Chad Henne. And sometimes still to this day, when I look into the moon, I try to see her face, smiling at me like the first time we met. I can almost make out something real before the tears blur the visage into obscurity.
And that's what love is like when you're Chad Henne.
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