We were too young and too old.
Our teenage years spent with whispered
rumours of our best-friends' boner jams
and conversely the thrill of catching
some girls eye and feeling much better
about our lonely little lives.
I swore I'd never say 'I'm not a kid anymore'.
I'm sure I'll still be swearing next year.
They never thought to tell us that all this
growing up is disappointing as anything.
I'd say that's why we're a little different now.
We're all older, but where did all this misguided
pride come from when we're still stuck pollinating
our clenched fists at bedtime and falling asleep to
the sound of two girls fucking on a laptop.
So tell me; is this progress
if we're still joking about holding fucking hands again?
