I always feel bigger than I am
In so many ways
Today I feel as broken as twelve
I always drink more than you
No matter who you are
The past is the past
But the past hasn't passed
And I pass on each moment I'm in
The door is so closed
The door is so close
Tomorrow I'll knock forty times
I wear all new clothes
I'll shave my head
Sit silent and sigh
Lent my jeans to two kids
Shut up! Cover it all in awareness
Yesterday my daughter informed me that one day she'd be five and a half and therefore as old as me.
I told her I was older than she could count.
She then proceeded to triumphantly count to sixteen (incorrectly) to prove me wrong.