| Don’t call me now, I am in bed
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| I’ve sacrificed all chances for street-cred
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| As a result of sticking near
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| The same bed time for 13 years
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| But you know this I’ve said it before
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| There’s lots of things I’ve said before
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| Lots of things you kind of ignored
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| And brushed it off, you always brushed it off
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| Pacing down the hallway stairs
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| Mental notes of quick repairs
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| To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning
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| Of why I was up at this hour
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| (you owe me)
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| When I have children of my own
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| And when they have children of their own
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| I’ll spit and spew of my dumb ass high school endeavors
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| With prideful tone (I wish they were so much better)
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| But when my freezing lower limbs approach that sly grinning little shit
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| I knew the truth in every vowel sound that I had admitted just two nights before
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| Goodbye was not an option
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| It’s clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me
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| Since day one I’ve been locked in
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| I’m not fucking hanging up
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| I told you I loved you just outside your mom’s place
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| You laughed then you felt bad as we sat there red-faced
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| I felt like a bitch so I told you to get out
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| But I guess Bren was right, babe cause' who’s laughing now? |