She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant
I remember when scales were beautiul
I remember when that parking lot lasted forever
We're supposed to find it stupefying
They call it progress

She hopes she's becoming a good person
I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams
I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed
I spent all of my time being not good enough
But here we are

She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read
I remember every single bird I saw that morning
I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream
Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life
I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't
You left and I left and we aren't there anymore

You said no and she listened
She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why
She would have made a beautiful captain someday
And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission
But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed
And they called it "progress."