Some sort of benjamin button i guess I felt so grown at fifteen Hungover trying not to slip on the ice While i walked with moms card to the grocery My old friends picked scabs from my arms The lesions were the pharmacy Open twenty four hours Always feeling like some sort of home to me Now i know how to drive and i drive in the dark And i'm slightly night blind but i'm trying so hard Not to go against traffic or forget the feet that i walked with I know the street names and i'm getting the hang Of the cardinal directions I'm trying to learn the lay Of this town before i move out of it And you've taught me that these are things to be proud of You've taught me i shouldn't feel ashamed