home was always quiet 'till the sun went down, but we were stowaways. yeah, we were so afraid...

maybe, just maybe, we're different now:

those rumors we spread
when we first met
are engraved on the desks
and bathroom walls.

some things you can't run away from.
sometimes the click of heels
on a linoleum floor would be too much to bear.

the things we want to be known for
are the same things
we weren't supposed to tell our parents about.
maybe it's better
that we can't relive
the things that make us cringe.

maybe we've all grown up
and become the type of people
that walk into offices
beneath our newly pressed suits,
feeling we're staring out the same windows
that we did when we were fresh with life.

or maybe we've just moved on.