Rage Of A Kid

The hot party girls are considering babies

And I'm still convinced procreation is crazy

I'm pushing thirty, still feeling fifteen

Perverted and fragile and overly keen

I'm haunted by a former love

Or was it a projection onto somebody's son?

I never really knew the feeling

'Til I assembled my parts

And built a woman

And saw a woman I want

I stopped kissing men, they tasted like pity

The spit like a poison that one day would hit me

It feels dirty, became less routine

But I'd stare in the mirror just to feel seen

I'm haunted by a former love

Or was it my reflection that wasn't clear enough?

I never really knew the feeling

'Til I dissected my bones

The broken woman is his work of art

I thought I was clever until I grew up

I was wise for a child, now I'm old and I'm dumb

I've had this body since I was too young

To know how to not what was pulled undone

I'm haunted by a former love

I thought that I was special

'Til I stopped getting him off

I never knew what I was feeling

'Til feeling's all I did

I kicked and cried and took a bite

Consumed by the rage of a kid