How do you know you're all grown up?
Do they send you a certificate?
Is there wine and flowers and cutting cakes,
Cameras and firm handshakes?
How do you know you're all grown up?
Is there an exam that you can sit?
Maybe there's a licence with your mugshot on it?
Or maybe you feel all adult for just a little bit.
How do I know when I'm all grown up?
My problem is grave you see
Of all the grown up things that I could be
I've only ever been me.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
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