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We were always bored Looking for a piece of the action on Ash tray floors and bong-ridden windows Ambitious, ambidextrous fools Trying to reach the icy heights at flaming fifteen As we got older Now we're too busy to just sit And stare at the wall We should've just stared at the wall While we could But we were too busy climbing Overcoming building blocks Now that they're stepping stones All the doors we really need are locked We should've stayed grounded In trampolines and pavement chalk Biding our time in the Occasional tightrope walk But to have it all when you want it Is such a drug So we pushed each other off Just to feel the flight of falling We tried so hard to make the pieces fit But one puzzle solved Is just another with more anguish in it Taking left-hand paths Just to prove ourselves right Filling unknown vacancies We were explorers in the night As we got older Now we're to busy to just Wander in the woods We should've just stayed in the woods While we could But the page has turned The properties of sin have left us Stranded in empty lots Drawing straws for who and who is not Passing notes and paper planes We should've been holding hands Connecting dots, embracing pain We could've formed a circle band Kings and queens and peasants We were them all But the trinity was dissolved By geometry's laws We tried so hard to make the language fit But one riddle solved Is just another with more questions in it When genuine thoughts begin To get abbreviated You better pray you're not The one who's deviated Cause as we get older We become too busy to Recognize the truth We should have recognized the truth But it's no use I don't know what happened to us But I thought the underdog Always got the glory later So I saved my moments in a box But the contest for youth fame Is masked by drama's feeble gain Cause what transpires long after Is a race for cheap laughter Better cross your fingers And stand out as a loser Lest you become a cabaret The second you begin to change I tried so hard to make myself fit in But one problem solved Is just another nihilistic moment
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
Teenage Tetris
We were always bored Looking for a piece of the action on Ash tray floors and bong-ridden windows Ambitious, ambidextrous fools Trying to reach the icy heights at flaming fifteen As we got older Now we're too busy to just sit And stare at the wall We should've just stared at the wall While we could But we were too busy climbing Overcoming building blocks Now that they're stepping stones All the doors we really need are locked We should've stayed grounded In trampolines and pavement chalk Biding our time in the Occasional tightrope walk But to have it all when you want it Is such a drug So we pushed each other off Just to feel the flight of falling We tried so hard to make the pieces fit But one puzzle solved Is just another with more anguish in it Taking left-hand paths Just to prove ourselves right Filling unknown vacancies We were explorers in the night As we got older Now we're to busy to just Wander in the woods We should've just stayed in the woods While we could But the page has turned The properties of sin have left us Stranded in empty lots Drawing straws for who and who is not Passing notes and paper planes We should've been holding hands Connecting dots, embracing pain We could've formed a circle band Kings and queens and peasants We were them all But the trinity was dissolved By geometry's laws We tried so hard to make the language fit But one riddle solved Is just another with more questions in it When genuine thoughts begin To get abbreviated You better pray you're not The one who's deviated Cause as we get older We become too busy to Recognize the truth We should have recognized the truth But it's no use I don't know what happened to us But I thought the underdog Always got the glory later So I saved my moments in a box But the contest for youth fame Is masked by drama's feeble gain Cause what transpires long after Is a race for cheap laughter Better cross your fingers And stand out as a loser Lest you become a cabaret The second you begin to change I tried so hard to make myself fit in But one problem solved Is just another nihilistic moment
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
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