Like a baby holding a baby

The sun is not up yet
You make me pay
You make me pay

The rain brings out the forest smells
Kids are walking to school in it
The dog barks at them from inside

Every day
There is so much more to learn
To burn away

We are climbing mountains on our knees
Building bridges with match sticks
The castle walls are waffle cones

Do they all know how similar we are?
How hard it is for love
To age

As American kids our lives were
Governed by burning cigarettes
Trips to the liquor store
We were so excited about our boredom

Analyzing every breath
Like it was starving
In a war torn country
Failing to convince our parents
Of things

We were right
The look of a squirrel
Is the same as forty thousand
Screaming fans

How does the dog understand the light
How could I know
This is the old man
I would be