Adolescence

We will be there for the weekend

In the town that I grew up in

And I don't miss the tradition

Of our Christmas, or our new years

But I will stitch an eight year cycle

Back together again

From the same threads as my

Adolescence

I'm at the pitch and the rhythm

Of a teenage decision

And I don't miss the tradition

Of our Christmas, or our new years

But I will stitch an eight year cycle

Back together again

From the same threads as my

Adolescence