Looking in the mirror
I see wrinkles on my face
Bags under my eyes here
I wish I could erase

Behind me are my past times
Reversed and reflected
Searching for reason and rhyme
In painful introspection

Some complain of getting older
I complain of getting young
Maturity is a molder
Innocence can't be re-won

Can I erase these tired bones?
Can I repeat the past?
Can I discover different tones?
Can I play the background last?

Returning is not rewinding
Redoing is not replaying
Happiness is finding
A different way of graying

Some complain of ugly noses
I complain of beauty marks
Some desire blood red roses
I want peace and endless dark

I wish I didn't feel so scared
I wish I could replace
My skin full of rips and tears
Salty tears that left a trace

Can I please but you out
Of this composition
These images scream too loud
About your intuition

Some complain of hardships
I complain of satisfaction
Some struggle with unsteady lips
I struggle with attachment

I would return the years gone wasted
If life was a department store
I would return the times I tasted
Your lips I payed way too much for

As I look in the mirror
My skin has gone missing
My eyes are filled with shame and fear
Of the time we wasted kissing

I don't want a reflection
i don't want a shadow
I don't want your reaction
I want my innocence
I want to make it so
Growing young makes sense