I remember seventeen at Kite House
I was always the death of the party
I took pride in the length of my nights
And how no matter what we had they knew I'd still drive

Compare myself to saints and hang my head in shame
You read all those books for that strong brain
I sought heart as I compared us apart
And watched kite turn card

I keep trying
My best to disappear
At least when I shot heroin
I could be in my head
Anywhere but here

It’s been such a long life
In such a short time
I've tried on all your gods
But I still can't find mine

We were old souls in young men
All for selves and none for friends
We are all souls
Dancing human
Lost between our wants and needs
Living high above our means
Then home alone without esteem