yes, I’ll grow up it’s true you know
and she will too
not like before but different
and when we meet in my daydreams
we’ll be different people but better
and we’ll start again
and pretend our past was a first draft we threw away
then we’ll regress again
and blame ourselves
for connecting in the first place
a couple of random electrons obeying the law
but I promise
no more metaphors
