Too Much Joy - Innocents Ablaze lyrics

Thirteen hurting nite-lite years Spent sitting at the kiddie table Till an uncle coughs and chokes and goes And then there's room for you Eighteen screaming recess bodies Bursting through the sky Little burning third grade pilots Trying their best to fly And they're just as mad as you And they don't know what to do And they're stubbing toes and bruising shins And scraping little kiddie chins And that can really hurt really bad Really Nineteen laughing drinking buddies Taking shots with you Stumbling head over shoelaces In the mud with you