I always looked up to the ones who walked away
Choosing themselves over preset ways

Of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for

Always knew I never could have walked away myself
My self worth was beyond any help

And I didn't care to test it against the rejection I had seen before

But those I loved so much, they got caught in the game.

Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
They're always there on time

We're never satisfied like junkies running dry.
This wonderful generosity

A third of our lives to do
what we please

Dosen't look that great to me, in fact it dosen't even look fair.

They call it youthful idealism

And even I would have to agree with them

Except some of us grow up and it's still there.



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I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go...

But now I'm workin' just like everyone else,
But I'll get outta here


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