Growing Pains

It's raining on your window, I said We're all just the same as we were back then And you were thinking about her, but she was never really there Always on her way And she said why are we even making plans if we're only standing still? And I said the world is turning anyway, we're always going somewhere And we're just talking Don't know what we're doing here We're just walking Right next to train tracks And I just can't remember everything you said Too much color in your eyes, too much color in my head And we're just breathing But we're not kids anymore Our rooms are bigger now But we're still sitting on the floor And we're still here, and still, we don't know what we're waiting for And we were sitting on the carpet Feeling perfect Spinning round like a record And she said wasn't that the night that you got sick in the trash can by the bus stop? And I said what's that got to do with anything? And I keep finding polaroids stuck between the books on my shelf And I said I'm never letting go I'm never getting rid of us And we're just talking But we're not kids anymore Our beds are bigger now And our bookshelves are intellectual And she said remember when you fell down from your shoes And I said no But I can still feel the pain, I still feel bruised and sore But it's all fine now I'm writing songs again With all these uncreative titles to prove I'm just like them And every night's the same but different And every day is just the same And she said I'll turn to stone at midnight And I said have it your way And we're not sleeping, we're just hiding down below We're almost grown up We're growing plants now But we're still here, and still, we don't know what we're waiting for It's raining on your window, I said We're all just the same as we were back then