When I was a boy
I'd play with fire
My mother's hairspray
My fathers lighter
The day I turned 6
I near burned down the house
I still hear echos of
My mothers shouts
16 years old id
Hang by the curb
Choking on vapor and
Smoking on herb
I called up the doctor
with a pain in my chest
He said son you been smoking
I said doctor yes
Just when I think
I know my way around
I start to hear
That old familiar sound of
The whole wide world telling me
Boy you’re so naive
20 years old my
Head got hard
From tighten with the world
Till I
Took it too far
I started losing
Leaving voicemails to god
He never answered
Guess his ringer wasn’t on
Just when I think
I know my way around
I start to hear
That old familiar sound of
The whole wide world telling me
Boy you’re so naive
