Whiskey-throated daughter reaching for the water
Mouth like a dust bowl eyes full of sharp stones
I'm too young to be this old
Where did my time go
Your sugar coated words sounded rehearsed
But if I have another one just one poetry will come
I'm too old to be this young
Can't remember all the fun must have had some
I drank more than I meant to
It's too late for thinking straight
Didn't mean to lead you where I led you
Cheap wine underlines every mistake
I'm too old to be this young
I'm too old to be this young
I'm too old to be this young
What the hell have I done
Never again
Never again
Poor me
Pour me another one