Rage Of A Kid

The hot party girls are considering babies

And I'm still convinced procreation is crazy

I'm pushing thirty, still feeling fifteen

Perverted and fragile and overly keen

I'm haunted

By a former love

Or was it a projection

Onto somebody's son?

I never really knew the feeling

Till I assembled my parts

And built a woman

And so a woman I want

I stopped kissing men that tasted like pity

The spit like a poison that one day would hit me

And feeling dirty, became less routine

But I'd stare in the mirror just to feel seen

I'm haunted

By a former love

Or was it my reflection

That wasn't clear enough?

I never really knew the feeling

Till I dissected my parts

The broken woman

Is his work of art

I thought I was clever until I grew up

I was wise for a child, now I'm old and I'm dumb

I've had this body since I was too young

To know how to knot what was pulled undone

I'm haunted

By a former love

I thought that I was special

Till I stopped getting him out

I never knew what I was feeling

Till feeling's all I did

I kicked and cried and took a bite

Consumed by the rage of a kid