Tomorrow is my stupid birthday. I’m writing about it mostly because I have nothing else to write about. And maybe tomorrow I’ll write about it again just to recount my ‘special‘ day.
Getting older sucks. I used to say I’d like to go back to 13 and fix things. But really, I think it’d be even better to go back to about 6 and stay there forever.
My childhood was good. Really good. I didn’t have responsibilities or stress. But also, times were just different. Life was different. Being a kid back then was so much better than it is now. I don’t want to give away my age or anything (yeah, 29 is a lie… sorry), but times were different… simpler… safer. Less technology, less constant bad news, less badness in general. Things haven’t gotten better with time. They’ve gotten worse. Much worse.
I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I’m insecure, and I care what people think
I try to keep being a dreamer, but it’s a lot harder now. There’s too much out there screaming at me to be a grown-up… which totally gets in the way of my dreams. As does reality. Like age and shit. It’s no fun anymore. It’s too bad I didn’t know how great I had it back then… because damn, would I ever enjoy it now!
Used to dream of outer space, but now they’re laughin’ at our face
Singin’, “wake up, you need to make money!” Yeah
So… happy birthday to me. But I already know the best thing that’s going to happen tomorrow is cheesecake. Come to think of it, that’s the best thing that can happen to any day. But let’s not forget the massive lottery win… the ultimate gift (aside from true love). See? I still dream. Sigh.
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but
Now we’re stressed out
Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, video, or lyrics… just everything else…
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