Rookie Card, "2/29"; great lyrics, too: I could walk and talk on my first birthday and by the next I was reading at the 4th grade level and by number 3, I felt so pre-teen and that's a tender early age to get so disenchanted but all the other kids seemed to take theirs for granted. It's "Time To Change" forever. Peter Pan would be better. I hang my head and sigh and calendars pass me by. Ahead of my time on 2/29. 2/29. Sorry 'bout your belated valentine. 2/29. It's never too late to say that you'll be mine. So you think it's rough being born near Christmas? Try coming out on a day that doesn't exist in 3 years out of 4. I'll have faith no more in my god given right to closing eyes and making wishes. The combo of the hats and those stupid paper dishes. Call me on March 1st, if you've got the nerve. I could stand the test of time if they graded on a curve. And don't go counting candles. That's more than I can handle. I might live long but won't get to see 29. Privileges of youth have been revoked sooner than I hoped. I'm aging faster at a quarter of the speed. My will to live don't have a lifetime guarantee. I wanna leap off the deep end. I hope I fall on a weekend...
