P-E-T-T-I-T 

The Pettit Project welcomes you to Cheerocracy. 



LET'S GO! 



Still on this losing streak, 

Still trying to clear my mind. 

Still on this crappy team 

And leave the past behind 



We're colored blue and red, 

Your fucked up in the head. 

And I'm the goalie, captain quarter-back of the team. 

Called the Obsessive x-boyfriends. 



Three cheers, four me. 

I'm going to get over you finally. 

I can sleep, and I can't see you in my dreams. 

Ask me what year, and six weeks. 

I've turned my back on my dignity 

Now it's time to clear my mind and convince myself that you died… 



And it's been to long. 

And I've been f-f-fighting 

To figure out my wrongs. 

But as I of this writing. 

I've reviewed the game tape a hundred times. 

But when our love was at stake. 

I threw you a fake, and sent out my best line. 



Three cheers, four me. 

I'm going to get over you finally. 

I can sleep, and I can't see you in my dreams. 

Ask me what year, and six weeks. 

I've turned my back on my dignity 

Now it's time to clear my mind and convince myself that you died… 



GO! 



Three cheers, four me. 

I'm going to get over you finally. 

I can sleep, and I can't see you in my dreams. 

Ask me what year, and six weeks. 

I've turned my back on my dignity 

Now it's time to clear my mind and convince myself that you died…