Quarter Century Song Lyrics

Tomorrow I turn 25
All my friends are getting high
I'm joking that the speed of life is catching up to me
With all the weaker ways we pass the time
Blow our smoke and act surprised
When someone sees a message in the chemicals we breathe
I know I'm tired now from that alone
Wearing someone's tattered clothes
To sneak out of the house
And walk on eggshells through the leaves
So I panic like a parent would, ick my habits out for good
I'll see you at the wake when our captains rest in peace

And the miracles we buried beneath our living room couches
Someday, they'll come back to me if I leave home without them
I don't know the meaning of life, or what life means to me
But until that great adventure arrives, this is how we'll always be

Remember turning 17 with emptiness ahead of me
Then a girl named Anne gave me a rainbow I could keep
To color in my happiness in sanctuary mattress beds
That weren't as black and white as all my airport poetry
And every stupid song I sent to you, post office confessionals