24

And for whatever reason, I
wish that I had two minds
Opposite signs,
Parallel lines, wide point and fine

I hate admitting when you're right
I want you in plain sight
Isn't it odd?
We think a lot alike tonight

And everyone asks if I'm leaving, no sir
I get around but I don't get closer
Is it because I'm 23, not 24?

And in a way I don't mind
Watching it get unkind
Stand where it shines,
I can inspire myself just fine

I'm in the sweetest way misled,
Growing my hair in bed
Coffee or beer
These are a year's component thread

And everything is in terms of next time
Twenty-five thousand more miles to the dateline
Is it because I'm 24, not 25?