We grew up together I pulled your hair, you kicked my shins...repeatedly....with vigour I taught you to skateboard You taught me to tip cows....make a rope swing and cheat at kiss chase I taught you to roll cigarettes You taught me to shoot whiskey, drop acid and roll joints I took you to the fairground You took me to an illegal rave and screamed RUN!!! when the police arrived Years between us, you older, me younger Yet here I am, the bad influence While your **** smells of roses! I showed you my writing You gave me directions....here I will always be grateful for that I will always be grateful for you.
My cousin has always been a little wild but I adore her for it, she shaped my youth in her own unique way, we are both grown now but still I linger under her wing, just in case of emergency and in case some shins need kicking.