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

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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 brainwashing