jrd

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 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 underwent a change,
They're working forty hours, 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.

I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go . . .
But now I'm working, just like everyone else,
But I'll get out of here.