Overture

Another year, another layer of me
Remembering remembering, but not really actively
Trapped in memories at night that feel just like TV
And TV lied to me

And it makes me realize I haven't high-fived someone in a really long time
Is that all life is gonna be? Misreading the guarantees?
No chaperone, no hand to hold, no one to blame when I'm a fading ghost...

I want to play Miss Mary Mack, I want to walk the streets at night
I want to say my words aloud, I want to sit and watch the clouds
Just a summer wind, just a little kid, unsure what it is I'll be
I guess that's your 20s