Did you labor to pay for the lace you wore? One day, they will stop and stare no more So careful, a guard for a gaping door Where no fable will scrape its way to shore
Do you know what they’ll say when we’re older-- when it’s colder and harder to prove? No lover will ever come over to cradle your shoulder You and me both, we know the truth
You’re allowed to say what’s on your mind Clever hands, they're not the feral kind, meant to run their courses in the yard-- they will never learn to play inside
God forbid it has an end, or worse-- a rocky, rough descent faster than the getting in, and less forgiving going down familiar paths that you forgot (Your legs were shorter than you thought)
You know what they’ll say when we’re older-- when it’s colder and harder to prove? No lover will ever come over to cradle your shoulder You and me both, we know the truth