When I Was Young when i was young
the hospital was
a familiar place

when i was young
i was restless

when i was young
all i wanted
was
to be free

when i was young...
when i was young...
when i was young...

before i could walk
i knew
i would

before i could speak
i knew
i would

before i was loved
i knew
i was

all of that
when i was young

from sun up
to sun down
i was not
easily found

the fields
where
my home

the trees
where
my home

the streets
where
my opportunity

when i was young
life
was different

when i was young
exploration
was everything

when i was young
my mind
could recall

when i was young...
when i was young...
when i was young...

it wasn't
all that

hey pops
what about me

hey mom
what about me

when i was young...

who was i?

at uncle bobs
i was
the king

and
that four fingered mit

catch with uncle russ
was everything

it was my time
it was
where i shined

when i was young...

who said
you could die

who said
you could leave

everything changed
back then

no more
uncle bob

the king
had lost
his throne

apartments
and different cities

roof tops
and any other places

no more noise
no more pain

how is it
i ended up
on the outside
looking in

another street
another place
another door

whatever happened
to a place
called home

you can't stay young

life happens

things change

what about me
home alone

all you can say
yo mom don't love me

what about me
and the totalled car
you called a gift

where were you?

i had no skills
no tools
just a dream

where were you?

another beer
another scotch
another ho

what about me?

nevermind
i understand
i know the drill

keep tight
don't say a word
let you be
cause it's not
about me
it's all about you

life was hard for me
and yes
i know
it was worse
for you

nevermind
you couldn't be a man

nevermind
snaggin another ho
meant mo
than being a dad

who the hell were you
to tell me
what to do

who the hell were you
to take me on

it was my room
my place
my space
my home

where the hell were you

come on
is that really
where you wanted to go

well i don't want you there

it was my room
my place
my space
my home

where the hell were you

like a dream
what the hell

what happened
to me
being your son

did you really
just take a shot at me

i don't
want to fight

i don't
want to hit

but i will protect
my skin

so go ahead

knee me
push me through the glass
throw me through the wall

take it out on me

blame me for all
you couldn't do

blame me for not
being a man

don't tell me about mom

don't blame her for your choices

i don't know what the hell
you're talkin about

i don't know what the hell
you expect from me

go ahead
crack another beer

let's get it started

you were always such
a great drunk

mr nice guy to the world
and
mr asshole to me

who the hell were you

what about me

when i was young...

even today
it still hurts...

James  ¶ 12:22 AM