Grow Up and Out
Sun, 14 Sep 2008 at 11:25pm
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Remember when you were young
When getting trashed and breaking shit
Was your idea of fun?
Remember when you swore your life
To the music cause it saved you?
Because your whole life was spent
Hating, untrusting all the people
Who betrayed you?
Well now you’ve left everything behind
To watch the kids you used to be
Standing in a show line
Walk right by cause you haven’t the time
You’re on your own and working
Getting paid, no more hurting
Take some pills every day
To try and make your head okay
Look in the mirror, it happens to everyone
You know it was good while it lasted
But it’s time to grow up and out of the fun
Because now you’re basking in the sun
With the rest of the world
Rebellion doesn’t look good on you any more
You traded you studs for society’s duds
Your boots are just a memory of days gone by
Remember when you said you’d always be crazy
Have they programmed you or have you gotten lazy
Well they can say whatever they want to me
Because it was great when I believed
But I’m done with my dreams
Trading in a world of lies for this false reality
I couldn’t do it anymore
This outfit looks better on me
It just looks better on me
But I know I will always think the same
I don’t care what they say
Because I know deep inside
That I don’t have to be a part of the game
To play...
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It's true. You DON'T have to be part of the game to play. In fact, you play better when you see it for what it is. +1
Dude, such an awesomely written piece. The flow is spectacular and I adore the "untrusting" line...those little things that make the entirity. And the reluctancy to give in to 'the man' is bloody inspiring. It's said very well with the metaphor of playing a game. The transition is something everyone makes, but it doesn't have to be a body and mind sort of thing, right?
Incredible work, again.
I love this. It fits so well with what I'm afraid is going to happen to me... the redundancy and lifelessness of most adults I see... I always wonder what their lives were like before they got jobs and families, what their lives are like now, and what happened to them.
This encompasses so many things in so many ways. Excellent job.
I see it as the speaker is seeing the world in a new light, realising the pointlessness of his childhoold ways and assuring himself that this new life is better, but at the same time considering that maybe this is only a new lie, what he's living now.
Which, of course, poses the question, what is real living like?
plus one, nevertheless. Great concept. Well-executed.
I feel like I wrote it. Not to lay claims on it, or say you are imitating me at all, just that I... well... you know. Except for the last stanza.