Teksty: Shook Ones. Shook Ones / Easel Split. Beads N' Stuff.

When did we all become a "coming of age" storyboard? Where phone calls are never returned and birthdays are just about what we save on insurance. Oh, how we've paid for it. When did you and I start needing reasons to get together? Was it too scary to be the last one hanging on? I guess I'm that one. Yet I've always been the one who's "home and hearth" and now I have paid for it. I just remember it being easier to laugh off. I know I'm ok. It just happened so fast. So fast