|"omg is that cake?"|
*rolls up sleeves*
I'm twenty five and I really can't wait,
to sleep and eat cake on a really big plate.
I'm older and wiser and generally cool,
So hopefully I'll no longer act like a fool.
There will be no party, it's already done,
Scott Avett's banjo, my heart it had won.
That was my present, a dream that came true,
But now that it's over I'm exceptionally blue.
That night was perfect, a night of pure bliss,
A great time with Kelsey and even Aliss,
We sang and we danced down the streets of Brooklyn,
My whole birthday weekend was filled with pure win.
But I'm home, it's over, and that is okay,
Only because we'll repeat it one day.
Thankfully my parents are coming to town,
That will indeed turn my frown upside down.
Dinner and cake and obviously more cake,
And even better, one I won't bake.
I'll smile and I'll laugh and I'll be full of glee,
For I'm twenty five and not forty three.
I'm weird and I'm goofy and I like to laugh,
And I can't pull most boots over my left calf.
I like who I am, and I'm glad that I'm me,
And hopefully I will when I turn forty three.