In the Nineties

Someone asked me what I did for fun
In the Nineties
And I told them I couldn't remember much
Except smoking Holidays in a mate's rumpus room
And writing dubious grunge tunes
All while having a crush on the bass player

Someone asked me what clothes I wore
In the Nineties
And I told them I didn't want to think about it
Except for laughing at my ironic Life Be In It t-shirt
Always worn with army surplus pants
A velvet choker, and hair ruthlessly parted in the centre

Someone asked me what life I dreamed of
In the Nineties
And I told them it wasn't this one
Except that I have ended up a writer after all
Despite the rape, the domestic abuse, the abortions
And I wouldn't change a second of it all