melted

maybe it's just being teen age

i argue with myself a lot more
than i argue with you
but you don't see any of it
so you assume i'm temperamental

i hate parts of myself a lot more
than i hate parts of you
but you don't realize that
so you assume i think you're weak

i lose track of myself a lot more
than i lose track of you
but you don't find me in time
so you assume that i don't want to listen

i don't want to be around myself a lot more
than i don't want to be around you
but you make it so hard
to understand is to let me go

fly away now, little butterfly
you may shiver in this cold
but do not let it crumple your wings
the nursery rhymes and lullabies
do little more than provide
background clatter to the headphone blasts

go away now, little girl
you may shiver in this cold
so pull your jacket closer
the crunching ice and snow
do little more than freeze back over
turn the volume up louder, louder

maybe it's just that of the
teen age, teen age
we teenage minds
don't think alike, yet
in this teen age we can't help
but be teenagers

maybe it's just because i'm a teenager
yeah, that's it.