Oh the best part of being a kid
Is the tile on the floor where you sit
While adults talk you play under it
At the kitchen table

Oh the worst part of being abused
Is telling your parents the news
After everyone's finished their food
At the kitchen table

No matter how far I run
I'm right back where I begun

I am willing, I am able
To come back to the kitchen table
Where it's all been said and done
And it is what it is, and it is what it was

Oh the best part of being alive
Is getting stoned while your friends drink their wine
And you laugh so hard that you cry
At the kitchen table

I imagine my heart looks like this
And a chandelier hangs over it
And there's always a place you can sit
When you feel unstable

I am willing, I am able
To come back to the kitchen table
Where it's all been forgiven
And it is what it is and it is what it was
Oh it is what it is and it is what it was