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