all your friends have grown and gone,
time to get some taste
time to spend some cash, time to make a name
time to get a job and ride the train
time to love the things you hate
welcome to the future
this is all too strange to be real, too
real to be strange
and I fall asleep again and again
but I never wake up from this
I dream about time machines and ladders
that could stretch to you,
stretch far enough that I could get my life back.
When I wake up I'll find it, I know I will. Everything will be
just like it used to be,
when we were young and life was okay
we were okay.
June '08
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