Late to the Party

What was that? I think I've had too much to drink again You told your dad And then we never spoke again I'm just sixteen I'm too young to deal with this I'm just sixteen I can't die yet I'll never have what he has I'll never think what he thinks I'll fantasize about him And what he has I'm not nostalgic for anything I never lived a childhood My life hasn't gotten any better Than I thought it would Than I thought it would