Eighteen

Old ways rack up a debt Like welcomes I have overspent And all the things I could have been Now just days I've overslept Still got my car and too much time But they both stall at every light And I can't afford to watch her die But she's getting old, well so am I With the menthols And alcohol Drop every ball While close calls Get closer But when it's over I won't care at all Search the roads for signs of life But no one's out this time of night So I scan the fog, try to read the signs Somewhere welcomes me tonight It wishes me well as I leave It's all just ground under my feet 'Cause I'm choking on the memories Of burning bridges I had to leave But once all the smoke clears And all that's left are empty beers And shattered mirrors And laureled peers Long past these puerile years They're all grown up While I'm still stuck With "best of lucks" Who gives a f*ck? It's what I chose