Innocents Ablaze by Too Much Joy Lyrics

Thirteen hurting nite-lite years
Spent sitting at the kiddie table
Till an uncle coughs and chokes and goes
And then there’s room for you

Eighteen screaming recess bodies
Bursting through the sky
Little burning third grade pilots
Trying their best to fly

And they’re just as mad as you
And they don’t know what to do

And they’re stubbing toes and bruising shins
And scraping little kiddie chins
And that can really hurt really bad
Really

Nineteen laughing drinking buddies
Taking shots with you
Stumbling head over shoelaces
In the mud with you