There are other ways to go about life,
Other than pretending to be someone you're not,
Someone younger.
If you're almost thirty and you're walking around like you're sixteen,
There's a problem.
Even if you don't want to admit it,
There is one.
And how one thing can go to such extremes, well,
Those kids…I'd like to think they knew better, but
Maybe they didn't.
Hard to believe, though.
To think best friends could get to that point,
But it's not like I haven't seen it before,
And it's not like I won't see it again.
But for now,
All I want is to go home, and
Seeing as I have a chance, I'm going to take it.
Don't know what I'm going to end up doing, though.
Guess I'll have to play it by ear, but then,
I've been getting awfully good at that lately.
Or maybe it's just me.
…and apparently, I now suck at card games.
The kids can all beat me,
And they know it, which is the only reason why we play, and
Since when did Elizabeth start calling her brother 'Richard' anyway?
I've missed out on way too much, and the sad thing
Is that I know I can't blame it on anyone else,
Other than myself, that is.
Didn't need to think about that one.
Still don't, as a matter of fact.
But laughter is always the best medicine, and
I lose another round, because I'm not paying attention
And trying to play it off like
I'm letting them win?
Doesn't work anymore.