We’re All Worried About Steven

His choice in girls
His choice in cars
The way he sometimes chooses
To wake up outside bars
He lives too hard
He drives too fast
It’s clear the way he’s going
He’s not built to last

We’re all worried about Steven
And Steve’s the kind of guy you always worry about
He can’t win, he won’t break even
It scares me when he says he’s ready to get out
We’re all worried about Steven
So much promise, so much pain
I suppose he has his reasons
But it looks like it’s all coming round again

His weird tattoo
That nipple ring
If you’re smart you’ll never
Dare him anything
The party life
The drunken boast
But he won’t talk to anyone
When he’s morose

We’re all worried about Steven
And Steve’s the kind of guy you always worry about
He can’t win, he won’t break even
It scares me when he says he’s ready to get out
We’re all worried about Steven
But Steven swears he’s absolutely doing fine
But out last night, and in this morning,
He looked to me like more than halfway out of his mind

He never said
To us his peers
Why he hasn’t called his Dad
In fifteen years
What makes the boy
Behave this way?
I’ve got a couple theories
I’d prefer not to say

We’re all worried about Steven
And Steve’s the kind of guy you always worry about
He can’t win, he won’t break even
And that he has misplaced his future I have no doubt
We’re all worried about Steven
It’s hanging in the air and mostly goes unsaid
It’s like we’ve agreed we won’t discuss it
One day we’ll get a call and find out...

Written by Down Cows