Eight years old
Divorce on the rise
Don't know what it means
But the sharpness is always a surprise
Usually in the car
Cold winter day
When he forgot something, that's what he'd say
Fun fact, when I have to turn around, I imitate that same technique. That tap of the break, quick switch to reverse
But first
Back to that curse
Now we're in reverse
We've stepped in it now
Every morning that's what he said
Eight years old I had never heard
Such a vile word and yet
To us it meant
He forgot
Yes that's what the word was for;
He forgot
We were always in such a hurry.
Oh shit. Let's turn around.