i remember seventeen at kite house i was always the death of the party i took pride in the length of my nights and how no matter what we had they knew i d still drive compare myself to saints and hang my head in shame you read all those books for that strong brain i sought heart as i compared us apart and watched kite turn card i keep trying my best to disappear at least when i shot heroin i could be in my head anywhere but here its been such a long life in such a short time i ve tried on all your gods but i still can t find mine we were old souls in young men all for selves and none for friends we are all souls dancing human lost between our wants and needs living high above our means then home alone without esteem now everyones full grown now everyone s gone home now everyone s got work tomorrow there s no more drugs and i m alone and i remember next morning nights and all the shame and front lawn fights and i remember sitting all alone by stella maze on the porch of the house of kites