Kids

We were just kids.

We were just soaking in everything and I didn't know anything.

We were just kids.

We were just dried up skin underneath the sun and I hadn't met anyone

With my dark sense of humor and reasoning for consequence.

And consequently I went for that ride in the passenger seat of your friend's ride

Where I sat there dissecting my thoughts on those days we were fueled by

A constant diet of cheap beer - whatever we could get our hands on.

I had my hands on my hips, brilliantly confused.

And I fed my mind such a simple little lie:

"You're alright. Yeah you'll be just fine."

We were just kids shaking off consequence.