You're going the way
That your daddy did
A star shining bright in the day
But come night
You know it'll fade away
You're too old to act like a kid
There's snow coming down
In the alleyway
A cat slinking over to you
You go home
And sleep the whole week away
There's no perk
To being with you
You're so sick
Of all the epiphanies
Shrooms dropped
Shots in the dark
A band toying with mediocrity
Sings 'I met you in the park'
You don't even care
About anything
You said
You get born
You grow up you go
But in that space
That's between it all
The song fits like a glove