Whiskey-throated daughter reaching for the water Mouth like a dust bowl eyes full of sharp stones I'm too young to be this old Where did my time go Your sugar coated words sounded rehearsed But if I have another one just one poetry will come I'm too old to be this young Can't remember all the fun must have had some I drank more than I meant to It's too late for thinking straight Didn't mean to lead you where I led you Cheap wine underlines every mistake I'm too old to be this young I'm too old to be this young I'm too old to be this young What the hell have I done Never again Never again Poor me Pour me another one