14 Or So Lyrics

When I was younger, 14 or so,
I lived my life like it was over.
Spent my days searching for cigarette butts,
My nights in a newspaper bin.
Loitered the halls of North Miami Beach Senior High
On cocaine or pussy or anything goes,
A comic book collecting time-bomb.
Hey, alright. It's not over.
It's never over.
When I was younger, 14 or so,

I lived my life by the next court order.
Holed away in rehabs,
Where they promised to save my soul.
I'm still waiting, and I miss Matt Craft,
I miss smoking crack, and I miss my bedroom.
And though John's still around,
There's no going back I presume.