Typing this with one hand while the other does something
I’d rather not describe for young ears to hear
though in my younger years i had heard it all
By the age of fourteen
I wouldn’t say I grew up to fast, no
I’d say I grew up just right
It’s everyone else who’s lagging behind
Who still wants to argue over who left on the light
And all the foolish things like that

At what age did I realize that now doesn’t matter?
Was it when I watched my father fall asleep drunk at the table
Letting dinner burn and seem incapable
Of holding his own head above alcoholic water?
But why bother, as I digress
I’ve sipped the same poison though I’m no where near as bad
I understand the time when fun is to be had
And family is to come first
A bottle can only make you think you feel so warm
When familiar friendly faces are the real heat source