my own tempo

I think I'm growing up, my feet don't fit my shoes anymore

Keeping all my plants alive, I know just what makes me cry

And I can tell when I see a trapdoor

I think I'm throwing up, wait for the bathwater to rise

Ear presssed to my phone again, can't seem to remember when

I recognize myself on the other line

On and on we go, am I tight walking the same old rope

I see myself on the grass below, taking it all at my own tempo

I think I'm getting old, noticing new eyebrow lines

When I get hungover, I'm a tossed and turning boulder