Wanton and wayward, you slipped off your sly boots
Threw the left one through the shower glass, used the right to kick the truth
And started to sob and weakly tried to explain where you had been
Where have you been?
Off the cusp of the road beneath the solitary pine
On the solitary hillside, logging “solitary” time
You assured me that this was just a phase, for you were still young
And you sure were fun
We drifted together into this new grown-up world
I’d play the cool, grown-up guy, you’d play the lewd, grown-up girl
Not that your unchaste demeanor would be the worst thing that you’d ever do
Though that you’d do!
It was your devoted eminence of those derogatory “friends”
With their derogatory means towards derogatory ends
And your near-quantum failure to ever grasp just where I was coming from
But you sure were fun
It’s the biggest blast, wooded beer barrel bash in at least five years
And you declare that you got to be there
Despite your legal age, these are neo teenage peers
But you can’t see that you’re just a washed-up fool
Some amusement, not the party legend you think
So you proceed with this inane masquerade
And wash away your soul with every arduous drink
With every arduous drink, you’ve left no margin to think
As you slowly inch to the brink
The brink, it’s buffer is starting to shrink
It’s incense is starting to stink
And you really need to get out – Get out!
You launch some deaf appeals that you’ve got no wheels
And you really feel the need to steal some
Drunk and diluted you lifted some keys
Purged yourself of some fluids, groped your way through the trees
And climbed in that pickup for one final, truncated joy ride
Enjoy the ride!
Soon you flew off the road towards some stationary rocks
Impending your future is stationary in a box
Had you ever conceived of such atonement for the way your life was run?
But you sure were fun, yeah, you sure were fun
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