"The future arrives without warning"

"The future arrives without warning"
Maybe that's true
Or maybe it's in all the little things
Maybe it's in the way you don't tuck me in anymore
Because sheets like security are now my own responsibility
Maybe it's in the way I stay
Out past midnight now
And you're asleep when I come home
Maybe the future arrives gradually
A slow burn of age eating away at all the times
I called you just to tell you
That I still need you
Sometimes I think the future has come too quickly
I'll be on my own without you there to wrap me up and hold me
So close my tears are enveloped by the warmth of the tea
You bring me when it's all too much
I have to fight for myself now
And all these faces, all these rocks that have been my support when my
Backbone was made of clay
Soluble
We will be separated by oceans and landforms and
Maybe
Maybe the future does arrive without warning
I sure as hell don't feel prepared
For the way it will feel when your arms release me
Maybe one day I used to want this