Young Adult Friction

Between the stacks in the library

Not like anyone stopped to see

We came, they went

Our bodies spent among the dust and the microfiche

Dark winters wear you down

Up again to see the dawn

In your worn sweatshirt

And your mother’s old skirt, it’s enough to turn my studies down

Now that you feel

You say it’s not real

Now that you feel

You say it’s not real

I never thought I would come of age

Let alone on a moldy page

You put your back to the spines

And you said it was fine if there’s nothing really left to say

You’re taking toffee with your Vicodin

Something sweet to forget about him

If you go your own way

I will go my own way and we’ll never speak of it again

Now that you feel

You say it’s not real

Now that you feel

You say it’s not real

Don’t check me out

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