Nickelback lyrics - break out the bongos

I had the misfortune of hearing Photograph by Nickelback this afternoon at volunteer work. I didn't choose the station, and I was stuck sorting through bags of crap at the time so I had to listen. I've inadvertantly heard the song a few times now; fine if I could block it out. But, and this is a significant but, I tend to listen to lyrics of songs as well. As a result I can't block out the Middle of the Road, wallpaperness of Nickelback, and am tormented by every gasp and wail of Chad, ugliest man in music.
The lines that really get me are these:

I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

How does that follow? And who cares?

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

can't believe someone crapped out those lyrics? Quite.


I won't afflict you with the complete rehash, suffice to say it is similarly embarrassing. Chad should have given up poetry back in highschool, that way no tragic souls out there would even have the chance to identify with this dismal summary of small town life.

And what the hell IS on Joey's head?