If I should grow old
will I be just like you?
Piecing families together
with fairytale glue.
Make believe a Daddy
for this storybook of mine,
from photo album pages
that will slowly fade with time.
Maybe I'll take a picture,
a family portrait of my own,
and play happy families,
like we'd never been alone.
And if I ever cry all night
if I think that no-one cares,
and fill my life with drink and smoke,
and stop saying all my prayers,
Then I'll know that I've grown old
and I'll be just like you.
So for now I'll save my money
for my fairytale glue.
