It's called Emergency Credit Retrieval. And it sucks ass.

I hear this:
Patience, shadow
We're on your side, there's no sides to see
Little shadow, Little shadow
Will you follow me?
Harden shadow, hold on tight, to your darkened key
Little shadow, little shadow.
To the night.

The conversation went like this:
Me: Next year is going to be so weird. Like, so weird.
Her: Haha, babies grew up.
Me: Yeah, nice metaphor. Actually.
Her: Oh you know it.
Me:
... What the fuck are we going to do?

That, my friend, is what you call an oh-shit moment. They don't feel nice.

NOW. I'm still waiting for the lightbulb. The "OH!"
And then finally, maybe, I could just cry and then really leave it. It will be a good thing.