on the eve of 18, an original song

I’ll see you tomorrow when the windows unclose For now, I’m just looking at the figures below I stay up so early this time of year I forget to turn the lights on Light disappears Oh, oh Cross the grass and the pathway There’s a column of stairs I see people climb Keep forgetting my glasses But I make out the shapes with familiar strides I think we might share A couple of lives A couple of fears Do you know me? Do you go here? A couple of fears Do you know me? Do you go here? Oh, oh Do you walk with intention? Do you sail far away? Do you want to be a baby or Come of age? Do you want to see me artless? Do you want to cry? Do you want to lie? Can you not decide? Oh, oh I’ll see you tomorrow when the windows unclose For now I’m just watching the figures below I’m turning a corner, I’m coming of age I’ve never been in l