A little boy With countless toys And quiet eyes All filled with green A little girl With pinned-up curls And mama’s lipstick On her teeth
We grew up slow You told me though How you were raised You grew so tall And yet tonight We cry we fight We aren’t so grown Up after all
We play with hearts And broken parts We like to think We know this game From passing ***** And notes in halls And playground rules… Aren’t they the same?
You tell me how We’re adults now Not boy but man Prepared for all But do you see? Just look at me… Look in the mirror We’re still small
You’re still the boy With countless toys Though now they’re live With hearts that beat I’m still the girl With pinned-up curls And mama’s lipstick On her teeth