Il y a deux nuits, je
t'ai regardé dans les yeux, j'ai dit
i'm sad in a way that won't get better
(so stop wasting your time)

Il y a sept ans, j'ai
prié au pied de mon lit
strike me down like Ananias and Sapphira
(we both know this world is too good for me)

I am closer to graduation than
I am to my fifth grade classroom
I have survived seven years
What's seven more?
I'm too young for all of this
I want to go back
to my fourth grade classroom and
curl up on the carpet between the bookshelves
I want to grab my brother's hand and run back in time
I want to lay down behind the couch and
listen to my brother sing in the kitchen
I want to sit on the benches in the hallway
and look at the courtyard and
run down the stairs to the gym
I've gotten too old, too sad
I was so ready to grow up
I want to believe in Santa Claus
and the tooth fairy
I want to talk to the flowers and the bees and
have dance parties with my older sister
while eating frozen fruit
in the room we used to share
I'm too old for all of this