Growing Up Thinking About Dance
It was 12am and I was wide awake
Practicing our dance routine we made as a kid
Wondering what it will be like when we’re grown
And on a professional dance team.
It’s 12am I’m wide awake.
I don’t know if you are though,
I don’t even know where you are,
Or if you’re ok.
It’s been 12 years since we spoken.
All I want to tell you is our routine sucked
My dancing improved
I hope yours did too.
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