Mediocre Bedding - Little Tyrant

You crammed right through the door

To look up was a chore

Couldn’t move my body

And yet I could feel you just sweep over me

And I was late to your wedding

I got you both some mediocre bedding

I sat at the bar and I smoked some cigars

Is this what growing up is

Is this what growing up is

Is this what growing up is

Is this what growing up is

It is