Glory Years

I'm five years old again in the yard with my parents

Just wondering when my brother can get old enough to be my friend

And then later in the fall, I met someone I still call

Each Christmas morning just to talk and tell each other what we got

Though at this point, it's mostly socks

But it'd be nice to see again through wide eyes

A childhood state of mind

Watch your glory years go by

Without wondering when you'll die

I think it was third grade when I told my dad I hate

Being taller than all my classmates

There's only so much I can only take

Of being differеnt at my age

It might be nice to bе the same

And he said, "Right now, you think you've figured it out

And it's best to fade into the crowd, stay small

But the truth is, someday you'll be happy in

The body that you're stuck with

Least that you're tall"

He was right all along

Might sound like a joke, but I thought sixteen was old

It's funny how much I didn't know

But honestly, I still make it up as I go

But the whole damn time, I was a kid

I had no way to deal with shit

Still not the best, but I've learned a trick

When things get tough, I just start thinking of

The ways my life doesn't suck

And the people that I love

If that doesn't work, I'll write down and rhyme what hurts

In a chorus and a verse

It's good to have a way to sort thoughts out, but it

Took a while to learn