Pink Street Light

I wasn't living in a real moment
When the sky decided to pick me up
And throw me in the back
Behind the pink street light
My sister painted when she was drunk.
And I was shocked because she was still a child in my head.
We're all still children in our heads
Sometimes.
So please wind me up,
And maybe I'll get somewhere
Before this night is out
Before this year is out
Before my life is out
It goes that fast
Sometimes.