Roots

Woke up on the cold bathroom floor

Worldly wise you were young you were bored

With a scar from the night before

Etched fresh on your chest

But that's par for the course these days

When she called you up out of the blue

You felt sick for a bit but that passed and you knew

That growing up happened too fast

You can't remember last summer

Or the way that she laughed

Well you can't remember much at all anymore

On a night filled with stuttering stars

You once watched the skies

From your beat up old car

Parked at the side of the road

Guided by voices from the radio

Well you're feeling down so you might go out

And if you get lucky you might fool around

With some girl in some room

While the roots you put down

Are still straining to move

And you'll leave before the morning lights your shame

You're cynical and you've only got yourself to blame