Not so well spoken and thin connection
I'm frightened, i know you're fightened of being afraid, of
Misunderstanding and of beng misunderstood
Countless nights and early mornings confiding in a not so old friend
With an equally splitting headache
Who, too, often wakes steeped in regret
And why the teen angst at twenty-five
Arent we to be over this by now
But i won't pretend that bruised knees don't lead to broken hearts
Frailty, instability, and uncertainty
They define us all at times