It's like a song that's been over played.

Like a masterpiece on a soup can.

It's like someone you knew in school, someone you'd never call.

The thought of getting older, the chance to be mature.

You knew this day would come.  It's the one thing that's for sure,

I will invite you in. 

You may not like it here, but I've tried so hard to accommodate.

Please come in and stay awhile, it's ok if you're late.

I'm not sure what kind of talent we might share, or if anyone else out there will care.

But, let's just wait and see.

Cuz I knew this day was coming, the day we talked about.

The lines run deep between us, and I have dreamt about how it would play itself out.

But, memory and reality are no longer true friends... it depends upon the day,

I'd say

Thank God you're still alive. 

So sorry I forgot to write, and invite you to come inside. 

This place we once shared. 

Did you think you might be spared?

Welcome, welcome home.