You think the worst is over
The fun has just begun
Pretend you're sane and sober
Fear the shame of being drunk
The cold starts in October
There's less help from the sun
Steer from the craze that drove her
The baggage weighs a ton
Look for a four leaf clover
In a sea of same for some
Don't forget about the grower
And to be a righteous son
These things are clear when older
I'm not the only one
The pain relieves much slower
But the fear is overdone.
