Do you remember all those times on seashores?
Down at the bay we smoked ciggarettes and spliffs and drank beer under piers,
at sixteen
We didn't know reality
We resisted formality
But most I know from teenage-hood
Have cast their dreams down the toilet
For the empty promises of society

They shrugged their shoulders and saw no other way to go
And even though I can't see the way to my dreams currently
I have a sort of blind faith that sustains me
Keeps me clinging to my dreams fervently
Because that's all I have left of happiness
The belief that things will get better
Keeps me holding on

Do you ever finish your coffee in a coffee mug
And see your reflection at the bottom of the cup looking back at you?
Do you smile at your reflection?
I do
Maybe people think I shouldn't be happy with myself because I haven't followed the mainstream
But is it okay if I make a way for myself?

I've broken off the main stream
To become a little creek of my own
Maneuvering the many obstacles of treading out a new path
Maybe once I've made it,
You won't be as scared to go your own way as well
Maybe once again
You'll be as happy as the times
We were on beaches, or fields of grass, or on rooftops
Laughing, enjoying this crazy exuberant life
With everything you've got.