| For so long I’ve been told
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| To give it up
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| To get a job and stop dreaming of what I’m dreaming of
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| Maybe if I was more like you
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| I’d have a single thing to say
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| I could look forward to
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| I’m not that same kid that I used to be
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| But I still got the same philosophy
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| If growing up is giving in
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| Then count on me to count myself out
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| Getting sued by my friends
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| Taught me that I can’t pretend
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| That I’m immune to the rules of adult hood
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| I’d rather be a starving artist than a wealthy critic
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| I’d rather be a space cadet than bitter and jaded,
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| Brain dead and rewarded for it
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| Like everyone else my age is
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| I’m not the same kid
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| I’m not the same child
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| I may still be a prick
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| But at least I’m not a prick in denial
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| I wake up late just to miss the whole day
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| In this putrid spew that I call my bedroom
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| Putting on clothes just to take them off
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| In a couple of hours, why the fuck do I bother
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| I want to ride this train and hope it never stops
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| This is all I have
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| It’s all I want |