I know there is vodka in the fridge
If you looked two years ago, you wouldnt find a single smidge
It feels like yesterday I left home
You were broken, didnt show it, sent me on my own
I grew up with love around me
Sailing on quiet winds
Does this bottle mean Im empty?
Strewn through howling winds
You shouldnt judge when your gavel needs a breath of fresh air
I told her Im growin up with a bad case of innocence, a good case of luck
Savin myself for the girl of my dreams doesnt look like the plan
If you want, you can scream
Im older
Im older now
If you see a pattern, dont speak up
Ive taken after your old ma, shes my grandma, we love her lots
I guess Im not the picture perfect man
But Ive got qualities you never knew were inside of me
I grew up with love around me
Sailing on quiet winds
Does this lifestyle mean Im tainted?
Will you love me again?
You shouldnt judge when there arent any subjects to see
I told her Im growin up with a bad case of innocence, a good case of luck
Savin myself for the girl of my dreams doesnt look like the plan
If you want, you can scream
Im older
Im older now
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