I didn’t know these days could run away so fast. Saturday mornings, cleats on the floor You running down the field, I yelling, tripping over words Soccer balls bouncing, parents lining the sideline I nearly stumble on my own two feet You laugh, I laugh too, maybe louder Kitchen smells of bacon, eggs, burnt toast You stir the pancake batter wrong on purpose I pretend to scold, you grin anyway Syrup spills, we wipe it with our hands You ask why I don’t just let it go, I shrug Don’t let it end, don’t let it end I’m holding onto you while I still can Don’t let it end, don’t let it end These little days feel bigger than I am Not ready, not ready, not ready Back porch at night, flashlights and old rifles Huntin’ possum like it’s some big adventure You shiver, I pass you my jacket We joke about ghosts that aren’t real I remember how small your hands once were Truck rides home, quiet, headlights cutting fog You hum a song I don’t know I watch the road and all the little marks Time slips sometimes like water through fingers I hope it lingers a little longer tonight Don’t let it end, don’t let it end I see the clock run faster than my hands Don’t let it end, don’t let it end I’m not ready for the quiet that comes after Not ready, not ready, not ready Maybe one day you won’t need me here Maybe pancakes will be yours alone Maybe soccer will be fields I never see I try not to think about it… but I do I just hope the good times aren’t over Don’t let it end, don’t let it end Keep me in these days before they’re gone Don’t let it end, don’t let it end I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I’m not ready I didn’t know these days could run away so fast I’m not ready… Not ready…
