Crawling on a hardwood floor
And I'm looking at the adult feet
An infant vision
Thinking about the empty space
Trying to connect the dots
The puzzle pieceing

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older

Sleeping in the other room
And I'm learning how to wet the bed
A childhood flashing
Screaming in the tangled sheets
Falling to the bedroom floor
The basement flooding, flooding
There's a kid who lives down the block
And he's dreaming of a loving fix
His name is Michael row the boat ashore
And I met him in the second grade
We were waiting for the cracker bite
His lips were cutting me to tiny bits

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older

And I hope to make amends
Yeah I hope to make amends
I hope to make amends
In the end
In the end

Moving to a bigger town
And I'm living in a carpet box
The landlord foaming
Thinking 'bout the empty heads
Trying to correct the blots
There's someone living in the alleyway

Are you sad to be aware?
I really couldn't tell you
Are you happy to be here?
Ask me when I'm older

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JONATHAN PAUL AUER, KEN STRINGFELLOW