For So Long I've Been Told
To Give It Up
To Get A Job And Stop Dreaming Of What I'm Dreaming Of
Maybe If I Was More Like You
I'd Have A Single Thing To Say
I Could Look Forward To
I'm Not That Same Kid That I Used To Be
But I Still Got The Same Philosophy
If Growing Up Is Giving In
Then Count On Me To Count Myself Out
Getting Sued By My Friends
Taught Me That I Can't Pretend
That I'm Immune To The Rules Of Adult Hood
I'd Rather Be A Starving Artist Than A Wealthy Critic
I'd Rather Be A Space Cadet Than Bitter And Jaded,
Brain Dead And Rewarded For It
Like Everyone Else My Age Is
I'm Not The Same Kid
I'm Not The Same Child
I May Still Be A Prick
But At Least I'm Not A Prick In Denial

I Wake Up Late Just To Miss The Whole Day
In This Putrid Spew That I Call My Bedroom
Putting On Clothes Just To Take Them Off
In A Couple Of Hours, Why The Fuck Do I Bother
I Want To Ride This Train And Hope It Never Stops
This Is All I Have
It's All I Want