If age is just a number
Why does it matter when love is added?
Aren’t problems subtracted?
Or have you multiplied the type of boys
By the games they play?
See, my legal age doesn’t make me a man, just yet
But wait a year and I think I’ll be the same
Just another being, being the best he can be
My future lies in the truths that doesn’t come before
And more like the answers after
So let me ask you,
Do you want your daughter to be happy?
Yes, well, so do I
And I don’t say I do till I know it’s true
But your views of me will stay the same
I can’t complain
I understand,
I’m just another boy trying to be a man in your books
And all I’m trying to do is get in between those sheets, right?
No, that’s not me
I like to read between the lines
Because sometimes that’s where you’ll find the truth
The other youth who thought he could heal her
So he appealed her to love him
And she did
Not knowing that he hid a temptation
All he wanted was elation
And now that’s what’s holding me in square one
Because the cycles seem the same
And I’m the “psycho” stuck in the “game”
Guess I need a new objective
Because age is nothing but my youth growing up
So if you’re giving up on the chances
I hope they dance to salsa and let me lead
I don’t want to get stuck in the music hearts play
But in the happiness that comes after
So I’ll stay after the song is over
Even if you don’t care how old I am
I just want to be man enough to go against the world
I want to be boy enough to learn from my mistakes
I just want to be old enough to ask for your hand
Without promising a future,
Only because we need the present to gift our love
So we can package it, send it to our tomorrow
And see if it still feels like today
