Remember when we went to that concert
And we found a bird’s wing in the middle of State Street?
Remember the line and the sweat and the grim
Because we wanted to get such great seats?
It was so loud, I brought ear plugs, but I couldn’t hear
The vocals.
You would text on your phone questions and show them to me.
You knew I was sick, I was hot and thirsty,
So at 10:30 you said you wanted to leave.
(I knew you were lying but that’s why I love you;
You always seem to know just what I need).
I quite like being old with you, our 9 o’clock curfew
The pains that we’ve gone through.
Let them have their youth, their damn hysteria,
Tragic, dramatic capriciousness.
I’m just fine laying in bed before it’s dark out.
Because bedrooms aren’t just for sleeping.
