A Coming Of Age

A Coming Of Age
Innocence fell at the first, oh to be young and naïve
Plans that were reckless at most, picked them apart at the seams
And my foolish pride said ‘I was made to love you, not to make up the numbers and wait’

Where’s the truth?
Truth? I thought a promise meant I would be honoured
Call it a coming of age, come too late

Steadfast and surefooted once, now I just cling to the floor
Footprints still warm to the touch, can’t feel my toes anymore

As you slept I leaped to hurried-up conclusions and ill-advised delusions of grace

Where’s the truth?
Truth? I thought with labour that luck was contagious
Call it a coming of age, come too late

Jealousy swallows you up, sadness will follow you down
Saccharine whispers of love ain’t no good to no one, no how
And where fools rush in, well I run hell for leather, too late to make it better, too late

That’s the truth, truth. I thought a friend meant someone to depend on
Call it a coming of age, come too late