I was a good girl till I turned eighteen.
After graduation, I turned loose, if you know what I mean.
Not so much “bad” but wild as a hare,
Staying out all night, drinking too much, never backing down from a dare.
Life was fun then, moreso than ever before
I turned off my inhibitions and dove in for more.
A different concert every night, a different couch every day,
I forgot the meaning of work, but not how to play.
Not sure how I made it through this time,
Living my life in no way sublime.
God must have a purpose for keeping me alive,
Because I did everything in extreme overdrive.
But man, what memories I have!