When did we all become a "coming of age" storyboard?
Where phone calls are never returned
and birthdays are just about what we save on insurance.
Oh, how we've paid for it.
When did you and I start needing reasons to get together?
Was it too scary to be the last one hanging on?
I guess I'm that one.
Yet I've always been the one who's "home and hearth"
and now I have paid for it.
I just remember it being easier to laugh off.
I know I'm ok.
I just happened so fast. So fast.
