Pipsqueak

Fixing up the broken door A fresh collage of wood and oil Once a stately iron gate Pressure's on to renovate Too late Water makes the hinges swing Water hinges everything I was once immovable Eager to stay comfortable Growing up getting tall Trust in not a thing at all I was taught to never hate But it's too late I can taste it Not a drop is wasted Lets synchronize our watches baby I'm afraid of the dark When in pain you cry From the most sensitive part of your eye Is this a come on? come on Shake me like a bad sun Till I'm cool