Young Still

Wasn't young still I was hardly even born yet Half of my mind made up on a cigarette It's like how having a good thing aint enough to do just often As I exhale I start coughing When the day came that I learned how to feel right Those were the end times Creeping out of sight It's like how when a good friend Can't even see you rarely But as you meet up You feel so close it's scary Oh oh oh You're talking slow As I light your smoke And you stumble home You stumble home If all my old friends leave me unanswered Or forget any of the good times That there once were In case I take that to heart Like I tend to do I could mend the bleeding side holes With the sweetest words coming from you Oh oh oh You're talking slow As I light your smoke And you stumble home You stumble home To the pieces of me not broken But torn apart all the same Well I just recently started learning How I should behave If my biggest fears are ever confirmed And I'm able to sum them up in seventy words I'll give credit to my head For validating concerns back when It almost killed me And I'll reprimand clear thought For faking its own rationality Oh oh oh You're talking slow As I light your smoke And you stumble home Oh oh oh You're talking slow As I light your smoke And you stumble home Stumble home