Two plus two equals four (always),
And the tooth fairy would never forget dollars under a pillow
A unicorn friend named
Starlight Dream Come True is natural

Band-aids will make everything better
And if they don’t
An “I’m sorry” will
Then a few more birthdays pass

Two plus two can be changed on a graphing calculator
And there are no more teeth to loose
A mouthful of metal
Imaginary friends are for babies

Instead of band-aids
All small injuries are brushed off.
“I’m sorrys” are exchanged for “it’s their own fault”
But the currency rate sucks

It’s called “Getting Older”
But isn’t it really
Just leaving part of
Yourself behind?