Shelf Life

"Do you ever think that maybe there's a reason that Your friends have stopped inviting you to things?" As if I hadn't traced the commonality As if I really thought it was anyone else's fault So I'm counting creases in the sidewalk back to Clay Street And I'm dodging questions about what we're doing next Cause I'm fine and you're fine But it's hardly closure And that'll be something that I hold onto After the shelf life of what we went through You might not have meant it the way it passed your teeth But I can only speak to the way it stuck with me The way it sticks with me And I want to be the person that my parents Act like I am when they catch up with friends About setting sons and what we've done The ways we measure up to the things they want for us The way my sister looks at my new brother How I can't fake that for all the years I've tried So I'm packing boxes, my yearly practice And I'm moving past this And it's watching other people When they truly need each other A crushing commentary Hardly a framing issue So I dread this rite of passage Cause each time it's temperamental Unpack what I can manage Cause you're all I can remember You're all I can remember