you don’t wanna get into bed
When you’re eighteen
you wanna get someone else into bed
When you’re eight
you have a tissue box for your runny nose
When you’re eighteen
you have a tissue box for another sort of leaky hose
When you’re eight
you have monsters under your bed that you’re not talking about
When you’re eighteen
you have magazines under your bed that everyone’s talking about
When you’re eight
mum and dad tell you what to wear
When you’re eighteen
mum and dad tell you what not to wear
When you’re eight
you write in your diary about how hot the weather was today
When you’re eighteen
you write in your blog about how hot your teacher was today
When you’re eight
you make planes and boats out of paper
When you’re eighteen
you make hearts break and eyes tear with paper
When you’re eight
you know exactly what you want to be when you grow up
When you’re eighteen
you have no idea what you want to be when you grow up
When you’re eight
you dream like you’ll never have the chance to be eighteen
When you’re eighteen
you dream because you’ll never have the chance to be eight again
