A coming of age

Innocence fell at the first, oh to be young and naïve 
Plans that were reckless at most, picked them apart at the seams 
And my foolish pride said ‘I was made to love you, not to make up the numbers and wait’ 
 
Where’s the truth? 
Truth? I thought a promise meant I would be honoured 
Call it a coming of age, come too late 
 
Steadfast and surefooted once, now I just cling to the floor 
Footprints still warm to the touch, can’t feel my toes anymore 
As you slept I leaped to hurried-up conclusions and ill-advised delusions of grace 
 
Where’s the truth? 
Truth? I thought with labour that luck was contagious 
Call it a coming of age, come too late 
 
Jealousy swallows you up, sadness will follow you down 
Saccharine whispers of love ain’t no good to no one, no how 
And where fools rush in, well I run hell for leather, too late to make it better, too late 
 
That’s the truth, truth. I thought a friend meant someone to depend on 
Call it a coming of age, come too late