What's My Age Again

Let's play a game called baby or drunk

Both tend to act like little punks

There was a time I rolled off my bed, mad

Because of the little sleep I've had

Baby or Drunk?

What about the time I couldn't hold up a spoon

because my arms were too weak 

I drank all day until it was noon 

Baby or Drunk 

One night I didn't my next door neighbors sleep

A girl and I were up all night, next to a bed light

Baby or Drunk

It might be hard to differentiate 

It might be hard to tell

Isn't it funny that when we're young, we just can't wait 

to grow up, and finally leave this "hell"

It's called childhood, but can't you see?

Sometimes you don't go grow up, you can remain care free