All Grown Up
"I'm trouble," she said
Spread out on the floor in her father's house.
Her promise was almost undone.
Under her tongue,
Dissolving her responsibilities,
To finally deny everyone,
With every unflattering comparison.
All grown up,
and you don't care anymore.
And you hate all the people
that you used to adore.
And you despise all the rumors and lies
Of the life you lived before.
Did I hear you right?
You're feeling hounded and pushed around
You want to just lay down and die.
If all of this life
Has been such a big disappointment to you,
Why don't you stop blaming some guy,
And go give the next one a try?
All grown up
And you don't care anymore
And you hate all the people
That you used to adore
And you despise all the rumors
And lies of the life you led before.
But look at yourself
You'll see your still so young
You haven't earned the weariness
That sounds so jaded on your tongue.
I'm weak she says
And blesses herself
And gets into bed
Clutching the covers to her throat
So punish me now,
And let me go back to the sham of my life
This night is the perfect antidote
For all of the poison that you wrote...
All grown up.
~Declan Macmanus
Spread out on the floor in her father's house.
Her promise was almost undone.
Under her tongue,
Dissolving her responsibilities,
To finally deny everyone,
With every unflattering comparison.
All grown up,
and you don't care anymore.
And you hate all the people
that you used to adore.
And you despise all the rumors and lies
Of the life you lived before.
Did I hear you right?
You're feeling hounded and pushed around
You want to just lay down and die.
If all of this life
Has been such a big disappointment to you,
Why don't you stop blaming some guy,
And go give the next one a try?
All grown up
And you don't care anymore
And you hate all the people
That you used to adore
And you despise all the rumors
And lies of the life you led before.
But look at yourself
You'll see your still so young
You haven't earned the weariness
That sounds so jaded on your tongue.
I'm weak she says
And blesses herself
And gets into bed
Clutching the covers to her throat
So punish me now,
And let me go back to the sham of my life
This night is the perfect antidote
For all of the poison that you wrote...
All grown up.
~Declan Macmanus
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