SAD

I just know
That if I’ve seen it once
I’ve lived it twice
And felt a hundred times

So I should know
I’m going through it now
The last summer of
the rest of my life

So light a candle for the children
Who’ve lost life to the weekend
Chasing cars in the suburbs
Drinking lemonade on the curb
I wonder if
They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die in

Wasting all our precious time
Just to fall outside the limelight
Using all our precious time
Just so we can sleep another night
I guess you could call it bad luck
I guess this is growing up

I’ve left behind
people and places and highways and pavements
I don’t miss them, just the feelings that I got

So light a candle for the patrons
of fine art on the weekends
Of wine tasting for their egos
Who don’t watch as the years go
I wonder if
They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die

Wasting all our precious time
Just to fall outside the limelight
Using all our precious time
Just so we can sleep another night
I guess you could call it bad luck
I guess this is growing up