Doesn’t it bother you
That we spend our entire lives
Teetering over this invisible line?
When we’re young we want to grow up
We thrive on little tastes of freedom we get
Using big kid scissors &
Buying a car.
But the grown ups want to be us too
They want to play in bounce houses
And fall in love too Easily,
Because they forget that grade school was difficult too.
When your best friend wants to tack another “F”
On to the acronym of your relationship
That’s the only time you can enjoy it in capital form.
And I admit that wherever this magic line has been drawn
I’m still on the lower end of it
But could someone please explain to me how love
becomes new on the grey side?
My grandparents fell in love on accident
He still says it was a trick
But I know that’s a lie
You can tell when he kisses her goodnight.
Though I’m sure
That at the ripe old age of 16
No one doubted her decision
I guess that the line has moved up a little
Since she was in school
Or else moved down a little while she was there.
Regardless of how her life of Cadillacs and two stories turned out
I’m sure it would be different for me.
I’m sure that the love I feel is entirely not the same.
Because there is no way she felt like melting into him,
No way that her sweetest dreams were waking up together
No way that the ring on her finger was this long in coming
And absolutely no way that she loved him half as much in 50+ years as I do
in a single second.
When the man comes along,
Whose palms are too gentle to harm you
And fists are strong enough to protect you
The man who watches his budget
And buys you diamonds (just because)
Dont let that line point you in the wrong direction.
Because society doesn’t hold you when you're lonely