Don’t make our life together seem mundane
Just because your friends paint their walls black
And ours are eggshell blue.
Don’t make me feel like I’m a bore
Because your friends smoke weed all day
While I sit at a desk and type.
I could just as easily stop you know.
I could wear baggy trousers and braid my hair.
Pop pills for breakfast and acid for tea.
I blame the movies. That romantic hue
That colors everything they do.
Makes it seem dreamy, makes us seem dim
Dreary. Dreary. That’s how you see us now.
Go live your dreams then. Go open a brewery.
Wear a t-shirt with your favorite band.
Cartwheel in the sand.
Laugh at stupid jokes from stupid smokes
Frozen in time while I move on.
It’s not that you are wrong
But then neither am I.
There has to be credit given for changing before you die.
I don’t want my children to wonder while
I have a glaze in my eyes and a faraway smile.
So yes I’m sorry I may not be as fun
To me it’s more important to be mum.