Was I ever thirteen Living in my parents' house? My father drank to wash away his pain And my mother paced around the bedroom floor? Was I ever fifteen And dreaming of the things I'd do? My brother lived for huffing gasoline And my mother would pray until her hands were blue That it was not true Was I ever thirteen? Was I ever thirteen? Was I, was I, was I? Was I ever sixteen Thinking I'd be beautiful The boys were meticulously mean And I didn't have the where with all to find my truth Was I ever seventeen Hoping for a tender kiss But they were never meant for girls like me I'd lie in bed and dream about the love I'd miss Was I ever thirteen? Was I ever thirteen? Was I, was I, was I? Was I ever eighteen Running through the burning woods? Living out my immortality And lying to myself about the world I knew Was I ever nineteen Driving round with one headlight Looking for the happiness I'd seen In a movie somewhere on a Friday night On a Friday night Was I ever thirteen? Was I ever thirteen? Was I, was I, was I? Was I ever thirteen? Was I ever thirteen? Was I, was I, was I? Was I ever thirteen? Was I ever thirteen? Was I, was I, was I?