I measure each year as it goes
by how much I can tell my grandmother
did I learn a lot
did I change
did I fall
she'll want to hear it all
this year's no different been a good one with a lot to tell
but my grandmother slipped and fell
now I got no one to share the stories of me and my love affairs
this year was a lot
learned a language
change locations
picked up a girl
I swear grandma this year's been a whirl
changed so much only getting better
coming home to tell you is the only thing that matters
I'll never truly change I'll always be your grandson