I wore those things when I was young and hungry
Smiles stolen from young girls eyes
Dances stolen as the band was winding down
Kisses, and even more secret treasure, in the dark parking lots

I wore them proud and loud on my tattered sleeve
Like embroidered badges
Commemorating their broken hearts
Stitched and pinned right there next to mine

I wore those things when I was young and hungry
Moments taken as Time aged by
Promises broken as the clock was winding down...
(promises spoken in the sweated moments of those parking lots of my hungry youth)

I wore those things
And they fit me well