Album: Condition
Here I am in the second grade,
sitting here, talking to you.
Talking about video games and I still don't know how to tie my shoes.
I couldn't wait for summer vacation to arrive.
I couldn't wait to get out of here alive.
Talking over pudding about games and stuff
and how I saw naked girls on my father's black-box
I didn't know what to make of it,
so I probably shouldn't talk about it.
Goddamn, I don't miss the days when I was so confused.
I don't miss those long school days, sitting and waiting and thinking about
How I couldn't wait for summer vacation to arrive.
How I couldn't wait to get out of here alive.
Mother, take me home.
I don't want to be here no more.
Father, please, don't go.
Please, don't leave me alone.