I'm not happy with myself these days
I took the best parts of this script
and I made them all clichés
and this red bandanna surely going to fade
even though it's the only thing the fire didn't take
everybody says you'll grow a lot
from this experience
maybe become zen after a while
become a president
lessons get disguised sometimes
but all I know
is I finally know the difference between
going back and going home
there's a lady on my block
that has a kid
and as he swims in the above ground pool
she seals up the lid
and he thinks it's kind of normal
that she hides
up the cuts and all the bruises
she says it's war paint for the eyes
she tells her son she did the best she could
as she buries dad
maybe he'll grow up to be a man
or like his father did
as they leave the driveway for the Northern snow
they finally know the difference between
going back and going home
cut to a life
being born in '69
middle class suburbs
everything's fine
fondue parties
my mom and my dad's
drinks being drunk
and fights being had
I lost my virginity
to a girl in my band
she was four years older
she made me a man
so addicted to sex
every chance that I got
with whoever I wanted
until I got caught
so I took my penicillin
and I took my band
to a town made of glitter girls
and cocaine friends
got hammered for dream
by the age of eighteen
saw more than most people
that I know had ever seen
played every bar
drank until black and blue
did the morning show bullshit
and went to China too
where they left us to die
without a ticket to flee
inciting a riot
we were only twenty-three
packed it up
started over
just as fast as we can
selling tapes, making merch
in the back of the van
living hand to mouth
for the next five years
took up drinking wine
gave up drinking beers