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