Some sort of benjamin button i guess
I felt so grown at fifteen
Hungover trying not to slip on the ice
While i walked with moms card to the grocery
My old friends picked scabs from my arms
The lesions were the pharmacy
Open twenty four hours
Always feeling like some sort of home to me
Now i know how to drive and i drive in the dark
And i'm slightly night blind but i'm trying so hard
Not to go against traffic or forget the feet that i walked with
I know the street names and i'm getting the hang
Of the cardinal directions
I'm trying to learn the lay
Of this town before i move out of it
And you've taught me that these are things to be proud of
You've taught me i shouldn't feel ashamed
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