There’s a picture on my kitchen wall,
looks like Jesus and his friends involved;
there’s a party getting started in the yard.
And there’s a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the drive,
was I too young to see this with my eyes?

And by the pool that night, apparently,
the chemicals weren’t mixed properly.
You hit your head and then forgot your name.
And you woke up, at the bottom by the drain.
And now your altitude and memory’s a shame.

What about taking this empty cup and filling it up,
with a little bit more of innocence,
I haven’t had enough, it’s probably because when you’re young
It’s okay to be easily ignored.
I like to believe it, was all about, love for a child.

When the house was left in shambles,
who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass?
Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around?
Well I’m far too old to care about that now.

What about taking this, empty cup and filling it up
with a little bit more of innocence,
I haven’t had enough, it’s probably because when you’re young,
it’s okay to be easily ignored.
I’d like to believe it was all about love for a child.

It’s kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce
I’ve been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes.
And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age.
And they never check to see my grades
what a fool I’d be to start complaining now.

What about taking this, empty cup and filling it up
with a little bit more of some innocence
I haven’t had enough, it’s probably because when you’re young,
it’s okay to be easily ignored.
I’d love to believe it, was all about, love for a child.

It was all about love…