The Referee

When the church burned down on seventh, no one called to let you know

If your mother's love feels different now, remember

You're the one who asked to grow

Used to run circles round the soccer girls

Pretty, and mean, and in control

Now you loop the practice pier

And hope you see one

Or better yet, become a ghost

A shame

Retired child prodigies all end up the same

You found half a four leaf clover

Touched the outside of a plane

Almost luck, but not enough to keep from getting older

To keep it all contained

Now that there's only the past

You haven't really gotten sleep

Planted as the pitcher and stare her down in the stands fed by someones else's hand

You're still having the same dreams

Shouldn't have asked you to say what you mean

When there was nothing you were supposed to be

How could you ever scale the eremocene

Abandoned by all periphery?

And everyone that loves you doesn't live here anymore

A shame

Retired child prodigies all end up the same

You found half a four leaf clover

Touched the outside of a plane

Almost luck but not enough to keep from getting older

To keep it all contained

Everyone that loves you doesn't live here anymore

Everyone that loves you doesn't live here anymore