More to Love

I remember my first existential crisis all too well
We were driving home from church in that sky blue pontiac
And i felt like a baby bird
Who just realized that they were expected to fly
With half a wing
Now i don't recall the exact words of the sermon of that day
Because it was around that time
That i started sleepwalking
Through my days
But i do recall staring out the backseat window
On the five minute drive home that felt like eternity
And a thought climbed into my mind
And it planted a seed
And it made me question everything that i believed

I remember my second existential crisis all too well
We were heading in from recess
When tiffany turned to me and asked
Who's your playground crush?
You ought to have one
And i ought to know
So i wracked my brain for a name
And i started sleep-talking
And from that day on
I expected everyone to treat me as if i was in the clique
And i started eating cherries to stain my lips red
Just like dylan did in the books

I remember my third existential crisis all too well
Our feeble attempts at cuddling to stay warm were meritless
Against the october winds
And the skate park bench did nothing to soften the blow
I turned to you and asked
Would it be weird if sold myself short?
You stared deeply into my eyes
And answered my question with a question:
Do you want to?

Oceans converged and i faked a smile

1, 2, 3 I guess this is growing up
When you have to teach yourself what love is
But i promise you, you will grow past this
Yeah, i promise you, there is more to love than this