If Twelve Was Eight
For the last six months
I’ve wished that
twelve was eight.
Just a little less time between
or is it
too late?
sometimes they’re yellow
and sometimes they’re green
holding all of the colors that she’s ever seen
sometimes they’re shy blue
and sometimes they’re green
hiding all of the places that I’ve never been
take the most dangerous road
and follow it where ever it goes.
Or dance with me, Cheek to Cheek
Crazy For You, All of Me, Valerie.
I’m in a corner
and she’s in the air
knees at her chin, her heels at the edge
seesaw shoulders and a squinted smile
she’s playing Slide on strings that aren’t even there
and I know all the words
an early sunrise serenade
forget about the things you hate
come with us, we don’t move fast
and never worry about the past
sometimes I’m sleeping
and sometimes I’m not
I’m so confused I can’t remember what I thought
sometimes we’re dancing
and sometimes we’re not
a bed bag of cereal is all we have got
Put on my shoes, asked
how’d it get
so late?
You said, ‘right now, I wish that
twelve was eight.’
