Dear me....

If we sold a couple days would  we have enough change to buy the moon,
And are we the unique men or adding space to the toolbox, another  rusty tool.
I heard their thoughts saying we were tripping and losing a bit of our mind,
That we were lost boys stuck in lost and found,  men so hard too find.  
Funny how we wish we could wash away  the past as oceans wash away old sands,
And somebody better give us something neat,  yet we receiving with some very  closed hands.

Hey boy, you still young boy at heart, we were  told to grow up,
I thought we were, but  growing backwards though, but they caught onto  us ,now what's our next come up.
Like we were the shadows of a shadow, we were so unseen,
I only cursed a person one time now I'm regarded as mean.

Fair play, fair play, let's play your game with some wild cards,
No rules set yet, I'll set my own, but now they'll say we slow like we were a bunch of retards.
And how I hate that word even though it's not applying to me,
Feels like you make fun of us all when you say that, you really barking up the wrong tree.

Fair play, fair play, I live to play another day,
Come let's see who'll finally win or are we playing this game a different kind of way.