I remember they fell slowly that day
Shimmering off the rooftops
As they place themselves upon them
as if to say good morning

It’s normally too warm to see snow so early
I should be smiling, but I’m not excited

I draw a blank until about 6pm
When I’m at a familiar dinner table with some relatives
From the next room he sneaks a glance
Is she alright, does she need a hand?
She turns away, afraid to look
Her face grows hot as she plays with her food
One for the books
Yeah it’s how it looks
One for the books, yeah it’s how it looks

See, I’m the youngest but I’m not that young
I know something’s wrong
but no one will say what’s going on

So I tip toe back home
Up the stairs to the last open door
Don’t make a sound
Though they’re all awake
Something is wrong but no one will say
Cradle my legs as I drift into dreams
Morning brings it all back to me
And I start to wish I could just stay asleep

Yeah I’m the youngest, but I’m not that young
I know something’s wrong

And I’m getting anxious for the reason
I’m already having trouble sleeping
Overwhelmed I’m faking fevers
So many questions, I evade them
Back under the covers, a quick fix reaction
I’m not suicidal but I get how it happens

Nothing to hold, no composure
A knock at the door, no reaction

Yeah I’m the youngest
But I’m not that young
I know that something’s wrong
But no one will say what’ going on

Yeah I’m the youngest
But I’m not that young
I know that something’s wrong