Younger Days
| Title | Younger Days |
|---|---|
| Artist | Adeem |
| Album | Sweet Talking Your Brain |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | Jump in your time machine and come back with me to the younger days... 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 Too young to blame it on these mistakes But I'm too old to have any excuse for the trouble that 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 Because 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 last in line While 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 Cause I am walking to the mailbox to send my life away with a signature and I remember the jokes we used to tell each other (Woah-woah-woah! You're gonna kill her) You almost crushed that praying mantis That's a crime that's punishable by death And that would put your name on the list Well rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information But that fake fairy tale has nothing on the damage that I've done I broke 4 windows, chased 5 girls, not to mention the cats I've taunted And still this year I got every present that I wanted Cause I believed in folklore and made wagers for peanut butter sandwiches The blissful innocence that gave me attention when I had new bandages The transition's identified as growing up but I lost interest The responsibility that will kill all my first star wishes The corner of my room had my initials with a dunce cap that's colored and shaped And it goes perfectly with with my superhero cape Now my cape is replaced with this button-down shirt and a mature smirk That shows my soul to be nothing of worth [X2] Finger-painting and typing, my marvelous hands at work The difference in creating for my cause or as someone else's clerk There are no more kisses on the cheek or red faces from embarrassment It's that long drawn out process from those words I sort of meant Wanna give a crazy shout out to all the things I enjoyed back in my younger days... Thundercats, He-Man, jolly bracelets, Swatch watches, recess, naptime, alphabet people... All the things that made it such a wonderful, wonderful time being a young child... a million miles away from all the cubicles and buttoned down shirts and all the brainwashingYou might also like |