We just some motherfuckin’ kids~
Wanting to go back-
video games and a cold drink
waking up when the sky is done
and toasting to the lives we will always live-
boy were we fuckin’ crazy,
still- the pizza was better then
way too much sugar callin’ it two AM parties
not much-needed but you know when it’s gettin’ started
all the boys and a battle plan
just a far away planet and two controllers
stayin’ alive on kool aid and frozen pizza-
the easier days, only problem was runnin’ out of batteries
runnin’ out of retries
carin’ about what was the next episode
never whats gonna be our next meal
feedin’ dimensions of our mind we tuned out
travelin’ dimensions to escape the tunnel vision.
so far apart it’s a different dimension
this path can be too difficult to mention
to atone for the wars fought to break tension.
I like to think we never left that war,
sittin’ aside full of pride eatin’ a side of fries-
pardon- step away from the tv
nothin’ left but to fly away on this banshee.
