Something To Tell My Kids When They're 18

Four blocks up, eight blocks down
I need somebody who can tell directions
I don't like this part of town
It is bloated with intersections
And i find this street far too steep
Like a long and painful slope
I need to roam back to home
I'm not doing good for anyone

I spared no means last night
Now i'm tired, lost, my clothes are crumpled
We faked a kung fu fight
Then we got into a drinking battle
I made a vow most honestly
Not to spend the night with you
But it was lost in loads of wine
And in bubbles of shampoo
…uh-uh…

I need some morals to believe in
Something to tell my kids when they're 18
I need some standard i can follow
Manners to suit me when i'm older

(i need something wise)

There are three words in "i love you"
It's such an easy way to build relations
I used that phrase with you
No, i'm not proud of that conversation
Yeah, i've messed it up like a million times
I always call to take it back
No, i wish i were a better man
I will start some day soon
Yeah, i will start some day soon
…i think…

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(i need something wise to tell my kids when i'm older)