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