I think this is what they call being tired
The shadows no longer excite me, nor the boy who lit the house on fire
The girls are not like I remember and I am being left behind
It's because I've matured differently
I no longer try to understand them, I just listen
About the bodies they wish to share a bed with or the inappropriate scandalous pictures she has from her DMs. I am tired of her not trying her best.
There is so much I would like to show her; if only is she would listen..
About the gracious feeling of high grades, or silence in the bedroom, maybe no one is texting, no one is trying to get your homework answers
I would hope she feels this, at least time to time
It is such a wonderful feeling,
When all the toil of that day has been done. It is a piece of heaven
A solid pause in life
When you can pat yourself on the back
"Good job Sara."
"Rest up. You have a big day tomorrow."
