At 20 years old, thick-headed and bold
Coarse and direct
Young, dumb and full of shit
Confidence for miles, experience for naught
Judgmental, never civil, some bullshit silly rebel
Think I know what I’m doing?
I haven’t got a clue
Just take my guess at what is best and try to follow through
At 30 years, my life falls apart
Is it the beginning of the end or the ending of the start?
I know how to fix this – cuz it worked so well before
No, don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask
Still full of shit
I always will be
Weighted down by memories of regrets and mistakes
The ghosts in my head tell me the hour’s getting late
Think I know what I’m doing? I haven’t got a clue
Just take my guess at what is best
And try not to fall on my fuckin’ face.