I don't really care much
For those who don't dare much
Who wait and wait and wait for their mommy to make bank
Your parents bought you a swimming pool
That's so nice
That's so cool
But the people who had me hopin'
Are the ones whose minds seem open
But whose open doors were merely murals painted on closed minds
Those are people I cannot stand and there are so many of them so many kinds
With so much potential and even more judgement
Or maybe with money and very little thought
I'm happy with my mountain streams
My 25 cent socks
And jumping off of rocks
I'm happy here
Where the sky is big and clear.
And I can tell you my stories
I can spill my heart on this polluted ground
But you'll need some more keys
To unlock all the doors
Inside of little big ol' me.
Millions of rooms in my head,
Filled with everything plus room for a bed.
Room 52, ***** and giggles
Room 103, the Dutchy
Room 3004, a room just for you and more
But there are parts of me
You think you know
While only 7 months of me you carry in your pockets
And will you see all 16 years and lives before? No.
Step down from your pedestal
There's more than your two eyes can perceive
You're not as great as you seem
These facts show, I believe,
There's nothing more right than for me to leave.