There's a morning sun
And it's still so young
You can hear the drunks as the city hums
There's a kid in me
Barely seventeen
And he's always been, and he'll always be
Oh can it be, the kid in me?
From my hand to my mouth
From the north to the south
It's all run out
Was I born to lose?
Or be misused?
Like a bad bad moon, will it leave me bruised?
I never asked for much
You can look but you can't touch
It was just a crush
Such a crush
Oh can it be the kid in me?
And his hands are clean
Stained with nicotine
And he's been seen
But I was just a kid
Laughing at you was all that I knew
Nothing ever said, was something that I never could do
And if I was alone, I'd never wanna give it to you
I'd take it back
Won't you give me some?
Cause I won't take none
I could ask for some but I'll hold my tongue
Oh can't you see the kid is me
When I'm face-to-face
With my own mistakes
And I can't erase
Or replace these old fears