You're pink you're young you're middle-class
they say it doesn't matter
fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands
you're shooting up the ladder
Your mind is racing like a pro, now
oh my god it doesn't mean a lot to you
one time you were a glowing young ruffian
oh my god it was a million years ago
-- the national
inquire upon a heavy heart, a light mind and ever changing days
the soft caress of falling buds
a new spring
muted by the rush of life
settle into something more
a balance of love
acceptance
... reliability
your minds racing like a pro now,
they say it doesnt matter,
...
..
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