I remember thinking I was the shit because I had a pack of 64 crayola crayons
I remember the first time I played football, so that's what pigskin tastes like...
I remember learning the difference between football and futbol
I remember when luchables were a treat, not a given
I remember when cartoons were still crudely drawn
I remember going to my first art museum, I remember my life changing
I remember my first art class, and how I would wow my teacher
I remember just how uninterested she actually was
I remember my first whiff of paint, and it slid across cheap canvas
I remember doing the same last week. Man it reeks
I remember dreaming about galleries and money,
I remember realizing it probably won't happen, I remember not caring
I remember my first fight, I'm sure he remembers it too...
I remember feeling triumphant, and learning martial arts
I remember my second fight, and how unnecessary it is
I remember fighting in self defense, and the wound that came with it
I remember thinking how cruel people can be, that's for true
I remember my first girlfriend and how immature that was
found out what a broken heart was short after
I remember dating, and how high school girls all have the same M.O.
I remember meeting my current girlfriend and how annoying she is
still is
I remember the day my life changed and what responsibility really meant.
I remember I wasn't ready for it, still trying to work it out
I remember my first day of college and how excited I was
I remember went shit hit the fan right after
I remember my parents' divorce, almost 12 years ago
I remember I didn't know my father much then
still don't
I remember my first taste of a hard knock life, and my hatred for spoiled children
I remember starting this in class with the intention of it being shorter
I'm apparently attracting eves droppers around me, fine
I remember my first and only birthday party in 4th grade and how few friends I had
but man we were mischievous bastards.
I remember losing them one by one
One moved, Three dead, and One hates me, damn how the times change
I remember wishing this professor would shut the hell up, he's useless
I remember the accident and how much I cried, losing friends sucks
I remember swearing off alcohol even though it wasn't involved
I don't remember why I decided to go off on this
I remember when I decided to be an artist
I remember realizing that people responding more to what I have to say
when it was painted rather than said
I remember realizing people don't like to listen
I remember getting into music, and learning the bass
I remember contemplating being a musician and saying fuck it
I remember contemplating being a psychologist and saying fuck it
I remember contemplating studying philosophy and saying fuck that
I remember getting into sociology and left it hanging as a fall back
I remember thinking about all of this in high school
I remember quite a lot that I really don't want to, I hope one day I earn the right to forget.
