we'll fast forward to a few years later and no one knows expect the both of us

in a way
i wish
i was still a kid
i see a puddle
i jump
i don't care
about my
stained jeans
drained shoes
i just care about that
second
about that
minute

in a way
im glad im a grown up
i know
my choices are half luck
i know
my choices are mine
i know
if things look well
i can decide to jump
and i know
if things don't look so good
i can avoid the puddle