Trust

We were young without a cause

We were in something like love

But eighth graders aren't exactly capable of that

And so, and so it was that we stopped speaking a while back

And still I sing about childhood

Still I think of these long gone goods

Still I milk it like it comes in a carton

'Cause I know love is still the same

If you're thirty or if you're eight

It's an overbearing trust in someone, and that doesn't change