Grown ups just don't understand

The way we are so close
Could talk to you about anything
Maybe we can be friends?

We stopped wearing costumes
Not because we grew old
But because we forgot how to pretend

Problems stopped being ways to explore
We discovered ourselves
Then turned the other way

What happened to the classics
Cars, clothes, and songs
That would last twenty years?

We can run so far
From the divorces of our parents
Only to end up in no marriages

But the crickets are singing
Now is the perfect time
To believe ma chérie, to conceive

The dream we weave