Lizzy Hilliard - Forty-Three and Eighteen Lyrics

Pizza in the evening sun
Spending time by our new
House way down deep in Abington
The view
Is so sweet
And you lift up my head
Sing, it's time to go to bed
Let the four-year-old lay down
Thirty-six and eleven made a vow
Never forget the broken China head
Slushees and the Dairy Queen
Was too much for the dance
Father daughter were barely seen
Their pants
Were too tight
So, we drive to the new house
Take the trap, release the mouse
The Jonas Brothers sang those songs
And, dear, that's how it belongs
Don't you start turning twelve just yet
But someday, you will grow
Far apart and far you'll go
Though we'll still be much the same
Someday soon, you will flee
Far away from us and me
Everybody will know your name
Dinner with the boy I met
Learning what you expect
Eating our burgers we're gonna let
The sect
Solve this one
And you open my eyes
And I know the truth was lies
And it's over and I know
Forty and fifteen growing old
Crying at a funeral is easier
Soon someday, you will grow
Far apart and far you'll go
Though we'll still be much the same
Someday soon, you will flee
Far away from us and me
Everybody will know your name
And she's sicker than sick could be
So we cry Thursday night
Downstairs deep in the living room
The light
Growing dark
And we push and we hold
Suddenly she feels so old
And we pray and sing and hope
Forty-one and fifteen learn to cope
And thank God it's not over yet
There's a castle built in the sand
But it's not quite the same
As the castle that we had planned
The name
Had to change
Cause I got a summer job
No more corn is on the cob
Now you're here and I am there
Forty-two and seventeen aware
Suddenly the time is shorter all the time
And someday, you will grow
Far apart and far you'll go
Though we'll still be much the same
Someday soon, you will flee
Far away from us and me
Everybody will know your name
Eighty losses picked up again
Together we kiss the floor
After the theater ends and then
The door
Closed for good
And you lift up my head
Sing, Elizabethie, Muffinhead
You are all that you could be
Forty-three and eighteen now are we
And I wish you wouldn't leave me