We Can't Afford Not To Turn Back Into Pumpkins

I remember the road trip to Florida.
We took two different roads but met in the middle.
And when we finally arrived at Disney World, it was clear we’d found the happily ever after we’d both been looking for.
The thing about the happiest place in the world though, is that it’s got to close sometime.
And the park-hopper passes, they cost money.
You can’t pay your way to happiness with credit forever; that’s how our country ended up in this mess in the first place.
Yes, at a certain point, even Cinderella’s feet begin to blister and she’s got to take the glass slipper off.
Dumbo’s ears get tired and he’s got to stop flying.
Tinkerbell runs out of pixie dust and she can’t go out and buy more-at least not until pay day.
We watch wistfully as Ariel trades in her feet for flippers again-you can take the girl out of the ocean but you can’t take the ocean out of the girl-that’s what they say isn’t it?
We want to go back for just one more ride on Space Mountain but they’ve shut off all the stars.
We walk through the gate and let go of each other’s hands-our tickets have expired, the park has shut down, and the way back home is split into two different roads.
You try to buy us more time but you don’t have the means, and no, you can’t pay your way through a relationship with credit; that’s how we got into this mess in the first place.