When I turn 18,
I will no doubt have cops chasing me,
I will be able to drink freely,
Just you wait and see.
When I turn 18,
I will have another piercing,
Or eleven, maybe I will have my license,
And I might have had a fling.
I can see it,
I know I won't be easy,
But I know I will spend more time drunk,
Than sober, probably stoned too, this sounds cheesy.
I will probably spend more time,
Drunk, stoned, dead, and off my head,
I may even spend more time sick,
From alcohol poisoning, not remembering what I did and said.
