14 Or So

As Friends Rust

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.