Maturity the term that drips over lips
Such an easy term to spew, mock, or compliment
The distinguishing credits that bare no physicality
A forced smile with a click of the flashing photographer
Official and signed with the flick of your wrist
When you walk out the doors of multiple offices
There is no candy here and there will never be blueberry lollipops
Choose your promises wisely and put your trust in your money
Father to the son and Mother to her daughter
Left with society's standings and sullen goodbyes
Senior parties to drinking and nights out at clubs
When the long nights turn light and all you're left with is smoke
Now coughs run and drip over your lips
Headaches that spew, mock, and don't compliment
The credits you received now no longer an existence
A smile that twitches with long held addictions
Official and signed with the soft movement of your wrist
When you're scrolled out the doors of hospitals again and again
There is always candy here and you reach for the lollipop
How much you wished upon that star as a child
Immaturity at its best when your hair was still in prime
They told you the change will be swift and silent
How ironic that term is now as my final breath
Drips
Over
My
Lips
