Since last summer,

Things have changed.

Last year was a bummer,

Now I’ve got estranged…

Last June, I was young,

Naive, innocent, selfless and clean.

Nowadays, I’m all devil’s tongue

And smokin’ green.

For my birthday last July,

I ate cake and cried, alone,

I never thought one day I’d get high,

Never thought one day I’d be known.

This birthday is different, thank god,

I got drunk and did drugs,

And somehow it didn’t feel odd,

Sins turned off with shrugs.

We passed the vodka to and fro,

Listening to the same song as last year,

“Something In The Way,” Nirvana, like not so long ago,

Except this time, I’m not to ambitious for my career.

I know this leads to a very rough road,

But I’m happier to get drunk and high,

Than let my depressed heart erode,

Because I don’t want to say goodbye.

Since last summer,

A lot has been done.

I always knew I could become her,

I always knew I’d have fun.