*DISCLAIMER* What is to follow is utter wank. It's not written for you, or even for me really. It's just there. Your opinion on the following is not requested. If you choose to continue reading I would actually rather you didn't make me aware of that choice.
I ran before I walked and still will laugh before I cry
Built myself up in the image I saw in other peoples eyes.
Getting old on the outside feeling young as ever,
Climbing trees and hide and seek – aren’t grown up things to do
Red wine and cigarettes, flat shoes for long nights out
Watch the sun rise talking all this shit through
Still chasing the dream and trying to live the life
Sometimes the picket fence gets in the way
I wanna grow up but wanna stay in the game
Can’t I have my cake and eat it too
Try to see yourself without the mirrors
But keep getting caught in others eyes
Trying to work out how it fits together
Puzzle pieces tacked in place with lies
Getting old on the outside feeling young as ever,
Climbing trees and hide and seek – aren’t grown up things to do
Red wine and cigarettes, flat shoes for long nights out
Watch the sun rise with a friend who loves you
You put yourself out on the table
Sort through what is them and what is you
Trying to work out how it fits together
It’s not a very easy thing to do
I want to paint a picture of the girl
A photograph of who and how and why
Compare the dream to the reality
And see which bits I want to modify
tick!
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