I've dwelled on it for far too long

In drunken speeches across the lawns

To strangers at parties, the plus-one is getting rowdy

I turned 18 on a sterile bed

My blood was drawn, my stomach fed

Happy birthday to the new adult

You get one extra phone call back home

I'm sarcastic in saying that I'm grateful for that day

And you're evil for saying that you're glad I went away

I met myself on the edge

The ledge that would've left me dead