Waking up after all these forgotten years.
Trying to deal with the new assault of fears.
How to cope with all this stress and crap
while I have to juggle torches gracefully in my lap.
So how is it all supposed to be
When this is supposed to be the land of the free?
Why talk of freedom when you a slave to the green?
Does this sound unjust, crippling or mean?
What the hell's the point if we can't be happy and free?
Money's our problem, why can't we see?
It's the start of wars, the start of death.
When it costs money just to have a machine give you breath.
What happened to the days of gas under a buck,
back when it seemed like people gave a fuck?
Back when mom was righteous and dad was mad?
Back when a kiss was euphoric and a breakup sad?

What happened to the days of candy and smiles?
Back when we used to ride our big wheels for miles.
What happened to the days of under roo's and truth and dare?
Back when we still let mom dress and cut our hair?
Back when two or three could fit in the tub.
Where it was the sandbox, not the club.
Back when love was a note and a peck on the cheek.
Back when that peck would make you smile all week.
Back when a broken heart seemed to kill you.
Back when rejection was something new.
Back when it was two boxes, check yes or no.
Back when we didn't know to stop or go.

We were all silent and watching as the years slipped by.
Watching everyone around us all getting high.
After we learned how to sit around and chill
and watch mom pop another pill.
A pill of her pain, a pill for her sleep.
A pill to make the pain stop to seep
into her soul, her mind, her words at us all.
I guess life is just one big set up for a great fall.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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