The Pain of Growing Up

I am close to Jimmy

He cuts through the city

He lives just ten away on foot

He comes to sit on my front porch

In my shady neighborhood

We spike our iced tea and listen to CDs

Some days before they’ve faded

I love the thought of us, so young and mischievous

But oh so domesticated

There is this pain of growing up

A pain of growing up

We’ve both got big plans:

You’d like to join a punk band

I’d like someday to go to Spain

But still I got no job, no

You still work at The Home Depot

Either way it’s hard to save

Time is a bully whose hands can hurt me

Taking me and tying knots

With prescription prices, it’s me verses my vices

I’m having trouble getting this to stop

But this is the pain of growing up

This is the pain of growing up

Mom packed your dreams in boxes when you went off to college

To earn a small degree

When you came back to find them, she said never you mind them

They’ve long since gone to charity

This is the pain of growing up

The pain of growing up

This is the pain of growing up

The pain of growing up

©2011 Megan Slankard