Crawling on a hardwood floor
and I'm looking at the adult feet,
an infant vision.
Thinkin' 'bout the empty space,
tryin' to connect the dots,
the puzzle piecing.
Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you.
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older.
Sleeping in the other room
and I'm learning
how to wet the bed,
a childhood flashing.
Screaming in the tangled sheets,
falling to the bedroom floor,
the basement flooding, flooding.
There's a kid who lives down the block
and he's dreaming of a loving fix.
His name is "Michael, Row The Boat Ashore."
And I met him in the second grade.
We were waiting for the cracker bite,
his lips were cutting me to tiny bits.
Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you.
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older.
And I hope to make amends,
yeah, I hope to make amends.
I hope to make amends
in the end,
in the end,
in the end.
Moving to a bigger town
and I'm living in a carpet box,
the landlord foaming.
Thinking 'bout the empty heads,
tryin' to correct the blots,
there's someone living
in the alleyway.
Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you.
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older.
And I hope to make amends,
yeah, I hope to make amends.
And I hope to make amends,
yeah, I hope to make amends
in the end,
in the end,
in the end,
in the end.