22

Do you remember
When I was 22
You’d craw yourself into my twin and ask me to dim the room
Fire! Fire!
That word was true
Try to find the silver lining inside my pissed off views
Couldn’t handle the bottle
So I asked for more
Went from standing tall and noble to begging from the floor
Couldn’t handle the virgin
Lying on my bed
Have to phone an amateur man into paint this town hall red, red, red
God didn’t make revival
For the white as snow
So march yourself down to that river and clean you head to toe
Cold! Cold!
That water ran
So I tucked myself into her current,
and I stood up… Yeah I stood up a man