Time flies so fast, yet she's still older than I,
Vanished were her fumes, but my flame won't die,
Soon, she'll be in her twenties, but I'm still in my teens,
I got over my flared skirts, she's still in her jeans.
White shirts and the plates you chose not to stumble in the sink,
There's a storm of hot tickets, all I did was shrink,
I've read enough tons of books to be fooled by a non-romantic,
Both their lips leapt in contortions like an acrobatic.
Their plotted hangouts that I always knew,
Countless “we're done” and my begin anew,
It was a great war and I wasn't trained,
I ran through the barricades, 'til I got chained,
You've heard my heavy sighs and dreadful cries,
She's just a little girl that you added in your list of lies,
I got my hands calloused for working on your field of snake pits,
I fell down the rabbit hole trying to decode all the dits.
