I always looked up to the ones who walked away
Choosing themselves over preset ways
Of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for
Always knew I never could have walked away myself
My self worth was beyond any help
And I didn't care to test it against the rejection I had seen before
But those I loved so much, they got caught in the game
Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
They're always there on time
We're never satisfied like junkies running dry
This wonderful generosity
A third of our lives to do what we please
Doesn't look that great to me, in fact it doesn't even look fair
They call it youthful idealism
And even I would have to agree with them
Except some of us grow up and it's still there
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I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go
But now I'm workin' just like everyone else,
But I'll get outta here