22

How am I old enough
How am I unfolding
Everyone I know
Is folding up
Three of my friends are
Tying knots it feels
Like a sucker punch
No drawing blood
Just some bruising up
And I’m holding on
How am I grown enough
Me and my parents talk
But we don’t
See each other much
Stomach’s stuck
Tying knots it feels
Like I’m missing lunch
Been a hungry bunch
But I’m holding on
Twenty two and I
Feel like leaving
Half my age at home
I’m grieving
The passing of
Another year I’ve gained
Ain’t that a shame
Ain’t that a shame
Ain’t that a shame