I am peeling the edge of a sticker
The one you put on my bike in June
It is faded and gray and peeling
It is stuck like a memory too soon
Your knees were always covered in dirt
Mine were always burning on the slide
Now we sit and we drink our water
With nowhere left for us to hide
It was easier to be small
(Easier to be small)
It was easier to be small
(Easier to be small)
We didn’t have to work at it
We didn’t have to work at it
I see you in the produce section
Squeezing the fruit until it bruises
You have a different way of walking
Like someone who always loses
We used to share the same skin
Now I don’t recognize your hands
We are two different countries now
With two different sets of demands
I am looking for the thread
I am looking for the thread
I am looking for the exit
I am looking for the head
Of the person I used to be
It was easier to be small
(Easier to be small)
It was easier to be small
(Easier to be small)
We didn’t have to work at it
We didn’t have to work at it
I am waving from a distance
(Waving)
I am waving from a distance
(Waving)
You are waving back
But you aren’t there
(Not there)
