I Didn't Die At 24

Had I've been the son of someone who gave a name
Maybe with less discretion I would be the same
But no one asked for me no one asked for me

Half educated jubilated I am mostly drunk
I am the man who takes my failures in my blemished soul
But no one sings with me obnoxious as only me
No one asked for me I'm not my father's seed

And I didn't die at 24, my scars and I we are just getting old