Lyrics and Music by Jason Mraz, Martin Terefe and Sacha Skarbek
There's a picture on my kitchen wall
Looks like Jesus and his friends involved,
There's a party getting started in the yard,
And there's a couple getting steamy in the car, parked in the drive.
Was I too young to see this with my eyes?
And by the pool that night, apparently
The chemicals weren't mixed properly,
You hit your head and then forgot your name
And you woke up at the bottom by the drain
And now your altitude and your memory's a shame.
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence
I haven't had enough; it's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored.
I'd like to believe it was all about love for a child.
When the house was
Left in shambles,
Who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass?
Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around?
Well I'm far too old to care about that now.
It's kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce,
I've been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes
And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age
And they never checked to see my grades
What a fool I'd be to start complaining now.
It was all about love...