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