I can remember growing up in my car That year of not so sweet sixteen As my line of sight aligned with my knuckles and Further to the cyclops viewfinder windshield That showed me the world through its Cracks of heat expansion and cold contraction
I remember getting ice cream with a girl once and Realizing that high school never was one of Baskin Robbins 32 flavors Maybe that's why I never bought into it or liked the taste Feeling it to be a waste of time
I remember driving by the school Bright and early in morning Deciding today was not my day and I'm not going Because I was always too cool Or more accurately too foolish to see the point of it all
I remember drug filled days passing by in a daze slowly but surely But in my mind they drift by like a cigarette drag in my memory Subsequently with each inhale and exhale
I remember the day I chose to walk the halls like a ghost and Make as little impact as I possible As far as I'm concerned I was fairly successful
I remember not knowing what it meant to be a sophomore Only that as the pain progressed I was beginning to feel more and more soft
It's hard being the ****** in the vehicle It's a vicious vessel to handle
Four grades in a classroom Three years in my backseat Two days in jail One life to live
When I was sixteen I wish this wasn't the future Now it's my past