Coming of Age

Twentysomething

I was so insecure,
Hiding myself from the world, but what for?
Their eyes, like knives piercing my thoughts,
Their words, had me questioning my worth.
I know I'm not the only one who feels a little alone when all they ever are is happy, yet the planet keeps on turning,
Can it just turn a little slowly?

Because, with each rotation of this universal foundation,
I grow a little older and things, they grow slower.

Drinking a cookies n' cream shake,
Falling in love on first dates.
Sitting at home under the covers,
Watching eighties movies and growing to like each other,
I want to go back and have a taste,
Of what it would feel like to feel comfortable in my fate,
But, now, as I'm coming of age,
I know I'm writing a brand new page,
With a brand new look,
Page one in my third book.

I'm happier than I ever was all through high school,
Kids these days can be so cruel.
I was lucky enough to never be bullied,
But, damn, that skeleton sucked the soul from mine,
Each and every time.
Then, I became a freshman in college,
Felt a little lost and deflated,
Made a couple of friends and began to feel again.
Here I am now, in limbo, between two worlds,
And all I have at this point is the power of my words.

Running to the diner in the pouring rain,
Laughing all about our bonded pain.
Making you feel safe as the clouds above thunder,
Falling quickly for one another.
I want to go back and have a taste,
Of what it could feel like to be comfortable in my ways,
But, now, as I'm coming of age,
I know I'm writing a new page,
With a brand new you,
Page one in my new book.

We can sit and watch 'Heathers' all day long,
Have breakfast over John Hughes,
And that ear worm of an eighties song.
Hold each other for one last time,
Before time transfigures us into a version we once thought was a lie.
God only knows what's to come,
Here we go into the unknown,
Three... two... one...