I tiptoe through this city of destitute feelings and
To myself I have to wonder,
Am I the monster in this town
Or is this town the monster of which
I am forever running away from?
I come from a place where
We are always in the middle to
Discussing old time Atari games
And what our mothers used to do
To stop us from crying.
Sometimes it seems like we
Were children two days ago,
Now we are thrust into adulthood.
We ain't ready for this yet,
No one ever really is.
And here we are,
On the verge of bad decisions.
I still want to be a child,
I play Barbie's with my niece,
Forever mourning the loss of my childhood.
Money, I'd pay so much money to get back
To the innocence I had
When I was just a child star gazer.
I just want to get back
To the innocent bearings in which
I spent my youth.
Those were the best days ever
And I never really noticed that.
When we thought
We'd have happier days,
We didn't know that life usually gets worse
Before it gets better.