My Behind

I know this ain't a remedy, Don't need you to remind me, I'm calling back on a memory, On a time when I was a friend, A normal person with normal things, Like a good girl to stand by me, I used to need more happening, To keep my head, my constant brain bleed. I think about this one girl, She kept a dead rose in her bedroom, I used to feel the way it looked, Brittle and drained of all color, I think again of an old friend, He had scars that marked his stomach, He was older than his age, He was much bigger than 26. One day at a time kind of alright, Keep it going ahead, staying out of my behind.