| Barely noticed puberty as hair grew subtly onto my virgin flesh
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| Permanently burning away at my baby fat chest
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| «Ceschi the stretch marks from when you were 16 are still there to tell you
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| that you’re going nowhere»
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| Fast at least
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| No masterpiece will last a week
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| While giants and dragons jump onto the canvas sheet
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| How you gonna prove you’re not another sucker with a dream
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| Living under your Grandpa’s roof in a room with your brother
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| All of us want to be someone better
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| Until the moment when the ominous comes
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| And jumps stomps on our festival
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| It’s a fucking rainy day
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| Plain and gray
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| In Connecticut waiting for a saving grace
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| To take us away
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| And it’s just
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| One quick moment for the parade to arrive
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| In just one moment all the floats will choke the sky
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| One quick moment for the parade to arrive
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| In just one moment all the floats will choke the sky
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| Helium filled monstrosities wave in the wind above a cheering crowd
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| That’s tearing down our city
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| Simply with the blaring sound
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| Of «Oohs» and «Ahhs»
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| And huge applause
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| As people scurry to catch a glimpse of balloons in fog
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| Everybody in LA was looking for a lucky break
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| But all I really wanted was to get out of that fucking place
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| I never wanted to be that big blimp in a parade
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| That just sits in deep haze
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| Waiting for the day that it deflates
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| Then we’ll chuckle in sync
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| Like after Snarf jokes on Thundercats episodes
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| We’ll reminisce about bullshit we walked through on this wretched road
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| It was a mess, I know
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| Tough to pass the test of growth
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| But we never let those foes
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| Question our endless sense of hope
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| This is a song for all my friends trying to live off music
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| A song for my people who are told every day that they’ll never do it
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| Even though we’ll all wind up in space under graves
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| At least we kept our legs strong moving along the whole way |