6.11 1／2 (My Favorite Age)
Cross off your name and disavow everything you said that you
would not allow. Oh, we'll be no one when we're through, but
everyone we knew.
I just don't know the hurry to grow. Because in the end, we'll
all pretend, we're everyone we know.
Cut off your fingerprints. They don't matter where we are going.
We all won't know ourselves, ourselves if we try, to fall into
disguise.
I just don't know the hurry to grow. Because in the end, we'll
all pretend, we're everyone we know.
Are you your own？ Are you everyone you know？ Out with the？
undertow？ Caught in the strangle hold？ Or are you all your own？
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