And Then Some

We were young. We swam with water wings.
Because life began in the shallow end where we can't sink.
Neighbors came to play kickball in the street.

When the lights came on, the lights came on, it's time to eat.
Oh it was home. And then some.

Watched Full House and Family Matters.
Made fridge-worthy tapestries from our paint splatters.

Fought great wars with plastic guns in holsters.
We didn't care about, didn't care about, being counter-culture.
Oh it was home. And then some.

My comfy chair. My office job.
Alone in a room. Alone in a room.
I gave it all, my office job.
Alone in a room. Alone in a room.

We grew up and we lost all feeling.
Oh we read updates, we read updates, but they don't have meaning.

My comfy chair. My office job.
Alone in a room. Alone in a room.
I gave it all, my office job.
Alone in a room. Alone in a room.

We wake up with nothing left to say.
With heads held down, without a sound, throughout our day.
And we write about all the things we lack.
I don't know how, no I don't know how, to get us back.