if i were a kid, still dreaming up scheming up ways of beaming up casts of television into these attics limited edition action figurines of plastic giving me some spastic play time i'm in the basement i'm doing backflips i'm in a park jurassic growing up in the nineties defined me as an alternative kid my clothes shiny hair dishevelled i revelled in the infinite sadness teen rebel angst filling up the bass to the treble a few green leaves in the kettle wasn't 'til my twenties that i really settled a bit of me always jittery epitome of the awkward songster mind a monster recalling my ex-girl written these songs full of acidity when i lost her bitterly, oh
this is nostalgia
but if i could go back, i wouldn't even shouldn't life wasn't meant to be perfect but we put it in a box could it be that the categories that we scatter with ease pass/fail/win/lose/shatter/appease have been plaguing us since like adam and eve how much do my regrets really matter to me they all say we can learn from the mistakes but so many people would rather see them erased i'm leaving a trace of where i came from what i've made, done, destroyed the blame sometimes stings but i have to rise above the noise 'cause there are more important things than the past to wallow in a pill that too many are not swallowing sometimes you have to hang up and never call again looking at life now now you know what they say about all that ends well