Perspectives of a Newborn

I did float on top as I thought when I was nineteen
You had always been there, on my mind but unseen
Permission granted by the way that your cunning hands stroke
Revelation as the silence broke
Insatiable corpses laying all across your floor
We were making love, I guess I loved you more

Oh how I felt excited
To feel your body on mine
I wonder when it had been decided
That this would be my first time

I was free to be young
A knucklehead out for fun
Didn't mind to get drunk
Just to party and to punk
When I missed our first kiss
And how I pissed you off
Was it sex? Was it love?
Well, it was more than enough
It was more than enough

Were those years in school all we had
To find good friends to find true love, collecting tastes of regret?
Wish that someone had come to tell me the truth
That the lessons we all learn from our youth
Have to age for years
And after years you'll recognize
That in retrospect you will make sense of your goddamn life

I was free to be young
A knucklehead out for fun
Didn't mind to get drunk
Just to party and to punk
When I missed our first kiss
And how I pissed you off
Was it sex? Was it love?
Well, it was more than enough
It was more than enough