It's been a long and lonely trip
But I'm glad I took it
Because it was well worth it
I got to read a couple books
And do some research
Before I reached my verdict

Never thought that I was perfect
Always thought that I had a purpose
I used to wonder if I'd live to see my first kiss

The most difficult thing that I did
Was recite my own words at a service
Realizing the person I was addressing
Probably wasn't looking down from heaven

Or cooking up something in hell's kitchen
Trying to listen in or eaves drop
From some another dimension
It was self serving just like this is

Conveniently religious on
Easter Sunday and on Christmas
The television went from being
A babysitter to a mistress

Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch
While keeping a distance
'til we just stayed distant and never touched
Now all we do is text too much

I don't remember much from my youth
Maybe my memory is repressed
Or I just spent too much time
Wondering if I'd live to have ***

Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade
But I didn't have the courage to talk to her
In 8th grade I wrote the note
And I slipped it in someone else's locker

Considered killing myself 'cause of that
It was a big deal, it was a blown cover
It was over for me, my goose was cooked
Stick a fork it me, the jig is up

I blew my chances, the rest is history
Our future was torn asunder
It became abundantly clear
I was only brought here to suffer

At least I didn't include my name
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
And it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal
Making it impossible to open

Plus, it was set to self destruct
Whoever read it probably died, laughing
I wonder if they lived long enough
To realize what happened

A year later, I came to understand
That wasn't love that I was feeling for her
I had someone else to obsess over
I was older, I was very mature

I forged my time signature
While practicing my parents autograph
'Cause I was failing math
Disconnected the phone
When I thought the teacher would call my home

I checked the mailbox twice a day
At the end of a long dirt road
Steamed open a couple envelopes
Like I was in private detective mode

If you snoop around long enough
For something in particular you're guaranteed to find it
For better or worse that's how I learned
That it's best to just keep some things private

It was the best of times, it was the end of times
It was the best of times, it was the end of times
It was the best of times, it was the end of times

Best of times, the end of times
I was always on deck, I was next in line
An only child with a pen and pad
Writing a list of things that I could never have

The walls in my house were paper thin
Every squabble seemed to get deafening
If my memory serves me correctly
I made it a point to void and forget some things

Probably to keep from being embarr***ed
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents
Kept my secrets, hid my talents
In my head, never under the mattress

Therapy couldn't break me
Never learned a word that would insure safety
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often
The door to my room was like a big old coffin

The way that it creaked when I closed it shut
Anxieties peaked when it opened up
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed
I still sleep fully clothed

It was the best of times

It was beautiful
It was brutal
It was cruel
It was business as usual

Heaven, it was hell
Used to wonder if I'd live to see 12

When I did I figured that I was immortal
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal
Couldn't bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
Bust a move with any other dudes

Tone Loc was talking 'bout a 'Wild Thing'
But I was still caught up in some child things
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thing

Pyromaniac, kleptomaniac
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire
Now I add it to my rider
Like, 'Please, oh, please,
Don't throw me in that patch of brier'

It was the best of times, it was the end of times

The school counselor was clueless
'cause I never skipped cl***es
Perfect attendance, imperfect accent
Speech impediment they could never really fix
And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear gl***es

Considered doing something that would cripple me
I wanted a wheelchair, I wanted the sympathy
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces
4 years of head gear helped me change faces

It was the best of times, it was the end of times

Now, I wonder if I'll live to see marriage
Wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids
Wonder if I'll live to see my kids have kids
If I do, gonna tell 'em how it is

Don't listen when they tell you
That these are your best years
Don't let anybody protect your ears
It's best that you hear what
They don't want you to hear

It's better to have pressure from peers
Than not have peers
Beer won't give you chest hair
****y food won't make it curl

When you think you've got it all figured out
And everything collapses
Trust me, kid, it's not the end of the world