Here's the day you hoped would never come;
don't feed me violence, just run with me
through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts, the cheating lovers,
the coffee's never strong enough;
I know you think it's more
than just bad luck.
There, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff,
it's in the A-B-C of growing up.
Now, now, darling, oh don't lose your head,
'cause none of us were angels,
and you know I love you...
It's okay by me.
It was a long time ago.