WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING

Wore my G.I. Joe watch on my ten-year-old wrist, Thought late nights and traffic were somethin' I missed. Used to sit on the curb and draw plans in the dirt, Said, "Ten years from now, I'm gonna run this whole earth." Watched the grown-ups f***t, thought their freedom was neat, No bedtime, no homework, just concrete and heat. Yeah, I cursed the small screen, I wanted the world big, Couldn't wait for the day I could finally pull the trig. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? When the well was still full, I was drinking it dry. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? Now the calendar's b***d, and I'm just watching it fly! Trade the scraped-up knees for the ninety-day lease, I took the bitter pill for a little release! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? I was waiting for hell, and I called it a prize! Got the credit card, thought I won the first round, A hundred-dollar bottle on borrowed ground. The rebellion was sweet 'til the statements arrived, Now I'm trading my spirit just to keep the lights alive. Remember trading MTG cards behind the bleachers? Now I trade my sanity for a soul-crushing feature. Swapped the nightmares of monsters for the panic of bills, This freedom's a leash with a handful of thrills. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? When the well was still full, I was drinking it dry. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? Now the calendar's b***d, and I'm just watching it fly! Trade the scraped-up knees for the ninety-day lease, I took the bitter pill for a little release! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? I was waiting for hell, and I called it a prize! Yeah, I wish I was young again, that's the default prayer, 'Cause I'm too tired to live, and I'm too broke to care. Remember when the future was just next week's cartoon? Before the deadline pressure and the light of the moon. Simple joy was a stick and a handful of string, Now I measure my value by the damage I bring. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? When the well was still full, I was drinking it dry. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? Now the calendar's b***d, and I'm just watching it fly! Trade the scraped-up knees for the ninety-day lease, I took the bitter pill for a little release! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? I was waiting for hell, and I called it a prize!