The tears flow
For all that...

You were late last night.
Maybe it was the weather...

I see you from a distance
And you seem to be alright...

I love the way you make me weak.
I love the way your voice speaks to me...

3 O'clock, just in time.
Mom and Dad will never find out...

I won't speak of the way you make me feel
I won't speak of the way your hands make me shiver...

An hour to pick out an outfit.
and two more to get ready...

Independence
always cherished, but never fully achieved...