When I Am Older

What was that?

Samantha?

This will all make sense when I am older

Some day I will see that this makes sense

One day, when I'm old and wise, I'll think back and realize

That these were all completely normal events

I'll have all the answers when I'm older

Like why we're in this dark, enchanted wood

I know in a couple years these will seem like childish fears

And so I know this isn't bad, it's good

Excuse me

Growing up means adapting

Puzzling at your world and your place

When I'm more mature, I'll feel totally secure

Being watched by something with a creepy, creepy face

See, that will all make sense when I am older

So there's no need to be terrified or tense

I'll just dream about a time when I'm in my aged prime

'Cause when you're older absolutely everything makes sense

This is fine