it ain't the same
remember your street
how colorful it was
almost like a yellow brick road
or a gingerbread house
your friends congregating for a game of 21
americana incarnate with illegal fireworks
and soggy doritos after swimming for hours
what's really so different
everyone becomes an adult eventually
I just hate different the birds sound
They don't even sing much anymore
Colors muted and sights replaced
brutalist and architecture meant to appease shareholders
Nostalgia and cynicism are best buddies
and I here I am...
misery comes in threes
why tf does a mcchicken cost 3.29?