these days
the lessons sink in slower
and not every birthday means you're growing up
the stars are hanging lower
and you can act like you have never been in love
these days
a handshake is as good as an embrace
there's no uniqueness here to glorify
since the magic went (down) with her face
and since you learned she, too, has to get by.
These days
we've outgrown our stale distress
cherish the friends who pulled us through
make up with those who left
and depart those we outgrew
these days
the nights are tinged in neon lights
we all stand where we don't belong
and we sing to tell our plights
but in our hearts we don't believe
the angry youth was wrong.
