Because what did you expect?
I became a father at 17 to a baby girl who wasn't real
whose mom I had never met
And I learned not to trust
Because victims are always honest
I learned everything wrong
Had to rewrite a disc with two decades
of data that was never in date
Love was a bargaining chip
A conditional gift
And I chased that fucker down for my fix
Sex was a fantasy
Only stories and photos
Did anyone ever get laid?
Apparently it was a past time
I learned it through pity
And who knows how much whiskey
Pity
Pity it didn't work
No use as a man, I'll go be someone's bitch
What was his name? Nevermind
I didn't tell him mine
No wonder it's been a grind
But you got what you wanted
Scars and sympathies, an excuse to say "I've lived!"
But to me you're still a child in a crib
And I can't take you with me
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