There's a picture on my kitchen wall Looks like Jesus and his friends involved There's a party getting started in the yard There's a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the drive Was I too young to see this with my eyes?
By the pool last night, apparently The chemicals weren't mixed properly You hit your head and then forgot your name And then you woke up at the bottom by the drain And now your altitude and memory's a shame
[Chorus] What about taking this empty cup and filling it up With a little bit more of innocence I haven't had enough, it's probably because when you're young It's OK to be easily ignored I like to believe it was all about love for a child
And when the house was left in shambles Who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around Well I'm far too old to care about that now
It's kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce I've been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age and they never check to see my grades What a fool I'd be to start complaining now