Training wheels to keep your filled head
From tipping over; egoistical
You straighten your back to clearly see
What's left of those muscles you showed
To the world
The world you shunned for not being worthy
Of that personality spray painted in fools gold
Spray painted to match that God awful tan
You spent getting in the summer that you wasted of mine
The summer weaved with pushed back memories
Oh, don't remind me
Oh, how the spring has brought the gift of an eye opener
Clearly revealing those training wheels
To hold you up from falling into your puddle of insecurities
You keep in a cup
Behind the shoe box of our dusty memories