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So this is where you've been? A colonial apartment? A white picket fence?You know, I pictured you determining success behind a diamond ringBut wedlock made you settle, kept you running from the truthA certain age defines uncertainty I never could explainSo, does the time create or move to make mistakes these days?So this is where we'll stay? The steps to your apartment seem such a long wayFrom the evenings on your father's couch and mornings in my father's backseatIt was spatial exploration seeking seventeenA certain age defines a confidence I never could explainSome would say it's wisdom, I would call it changeYou pulled the calm from your charisma, once precociously arrangedWhat made the time create and move to make, you blame these days?So where's the reckless lipstick and your south Philly neighbors?Where are the memoirs of illegal behavior?Where are the lovesick lines and "no trespassing" signs?The after-hours trading X-rated favors?Where are our teens? And how were your twenties?Where are the fourties that hide behind thirty? Where's the old soul and what is this new person you've become?Well who've you become?I closed my eyes and woke to your morning routineA boring and contemporary sceneSo this is where you've been? From Letras Mania