Does it scare you?
“what are you talking about?”
I'm talking about looking in the mirror
seeing old photographs
realizing the innocence is gone?
“I'm over it.”
You're never gonna be that same person again
If I were five, I'd never be drunk
rambling about things that constantly fill my mind
You wouldn't be sober, having to care for me
“None of it matters.”
Well, are you okay with going from a swing set
to taking every drug to feel like you can fly
like you did as a child?
Are you okay with outgrowing your favorite shirts
and realizing you were unplanned and you're parents
were too drunk to care about their one night stand?
“Just.. stop talking. Get some rest. You're gonna need it.”
I need to make sure I am okay,
but all of this between
seems like chapter one is only began