When I was seventeen I got arrested by the cops For drinking down at rocky devereux beach I can’t tell dad what I did He’ll say I’m just a kid And punish me for things he’ll never teach And you’ve got gum in one pocket Visine in the other You say you’re at one house But sleep at another The thing that we go through To make sure they know you Aren’t doing anything that you’re not supposed to do
Cause we’ll be smoking drinking never thinking Get caught but we come back for more Pretending things are alright Everything wrong seems so right But we still come back for more
Incense burning Never learning Can’t get up the room is still turning Dread the curfew Never trust you Home by 12 so they can bust you And you’re running out of things to say But you know one thing for sure
Don’t tell dad The bottle’s half empty It’s filled up with water The boyfriends in your room He’s fucking your daughter The things that we go through To make sure they know you Aren’t doing anything that you’re not suppose to do
I’ll make it up to you some how But I’ll fuck it up again some how