A Coming Of Age

Innocence fell at the first
Oh to be young and naïve
Plans that were reckless at most
Picked them apart at the seams
And my foolish pride said «I was made to love you
Not to make up the numbers and wait»
Where’s the truth? Truth?
I thought a promise meant I would be honoured
Call it a coming of age
Come too late
Steadfast and surefooted once
Now I just cling to the floor
Footprints still warm to the touch
Can’t feel my toes anymore
As you slept I leapt to hurried-up conclusions and ill-advised delusions of
grace
Where’s the truth? Truth?
I thought with labour that luck was contagious
Call it a coming of age, come too late
Jealousy swallows you up
Sadness will follow you down
Saccharine whispers of love
Ain’t no good to no one, no how
And where fools rush in
Well I run hell for leather
Too late to make it better, too late
That’s the truth, truth
I thought a friend meant someone to depend on
Call it a coming of age, come too late