don’t let the years come knocking,
not while my heart’s still loud.
i’m not ready for quiet
or blending into the crowd.
i still want to cry at movies
and dance like i can’t be seen,
write songs i’ll never finish,
and dream like i’m thirteen.
i don’t want suits and deadlines
or calls i have to take.
i want late-night talks
and mistakes i’m meant to make.
let me stay in the middle
where nothing feels too clear,
where i’m scared,
but still believe in things that disappear.
if time comes by tomorrow,
tell her i’ve run away—
i’m hiding in this moment
where i still feel okay.