The Rabbit Room

This was kind of a gut reaction song. The past few years saw a lot of tragedy in my community. A lot of divorce and deep hurts. Some of these felt like they couldn’t be helped. You grieved but you understood.

And sometimes, from the outside anyway, it looked like somebody was just deciding to be selfish, knowing that it was destroying other people.

In those moments, it’s rarely wise, but you just want to shout “Grow up!” So I put it in a song that, as usual, ends up being more about me and my own issues than anybody else’s.

“We Are Not Children Anymore”
from Andrew Osenga’s Flesh EP

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we can fake, we can fall, we can follow
we can change on a dime
we can gripe, we can grow, we can be strong
we don’t get what we want

we are not children anymore
we are not children, no
we are not children anymore

sun falls harder where there’s no good water
and the sins of fathers fall on sons and daughters
so grow up

we can plan, we can play, we can pretend
there would be no regrets
we got years full of pain we can still feel
that we can not forget