When I was young I used play on the old man's apple tree When I was young I used to scream out Ollie Ollie auxen free To young to blame it on these mistakes to old to have any excuse for the trouble it makes generations apart from my old wrinkled eyes following the childish breadcrumbs that keep falling from the skies It's the piece of mind that grows from this fine tuned machine accomplish self fulfillment with a unfamiliar scheme My motivation to be an adult has decided to catapult me over the picket fence to land on my 2.5 kids I used to play in the sandbox with the same little voices And I would always remember to bring a spare vine The chimes from the clock would signify recess and tell all the kids that it's snack time I'm Less than a cartoon away from being the last in line Kickball is my life juice boxes are my therapists those are the simple pleasures that used to get and they now leave me here motionless walking to the mailbox to send my life away with a signature I remember all the jokes we used to tell each other stop you're killing her you almost crushed that pray mantis A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information but that fake fairy tale has nothing on the damage I have done I broke 4 windows, chased 5 girls, not to mention the cats I taunted And still this year I got every present that I wanted
I believed in folk lore and made wagers for peanut butter sandwiches the blissful innocence that gave me attention when I had new bandages Yhe transition is identified as growing up but I lost interest in the responsibility that kills your first star wishes The corner of the room had my initials with a dunce cap that's colored and shaped to match perfectly with my superhero cape But now my cape is replaced with a button-down shirt and a mature smirk that shows my soul to be nothing of worth Finger-painting and typing, my marvelous hands at work
The difference in creating for my cause or as someone else's clerk No more kisses on the cheek and red faces from embarrassment It's the long drawn out process and regretting words I sort of meantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
