[Intro] I miss the days when the backyard was an adventure Now I live in an apartment that shit seems so far away I just really wanna go back there I would dig in the mud make a mud pie I would climb in the trees feel like an animal But I'd be free. Yea, I'd be free [Verse] What is home is it friends or family Is it where I reside or my mental capacity To think or have free speech Are original ideas ever original to begin with? I wouldn't know I got a ghost writer coming up with these words their name is subconscious It remembers everything I hear and re-writes what it feels is important But it's hard to decide whether the words are still valid Once the ink stains a page it's hard to get off again Thats how it feels to receive a compliment, I hold onto it Till theres a replacement But they seem few and far between, always talking about appearances or our differences But it's hard to be different when we're all told to do the same fucking things Focus in school, go to uni, get a job, meanwhile support yourself with part time side hustles Make sure to make time, for yourself but it's hard to make time for that our plates are always full Not the worst thing cause at least our stomachs are full too But we're all fools or tools just doing what we're told So we can do what we want when it comes down to it In our late 80s When we finally pay the mortgage get divorces Have far younger partners and finally travel to places we wanted to go when we were younger and still had dreams to show for it Shit I got over it I don't think I want kids, grandkids maybe Hard to get that without the former, someone to share life experience with, so they wouldn't make the same mistakes that I did Reminds me what my grandfather used to say "Just put a smile on your face, it'll all be okay" But he faded away in a hospital bed, so did my smile that day I think I want to visit, my old backyard There's memories there that would make me trip harder than drugs Getting pushed off a slide or getting sprayed with a hose Still makes me laugh, I could run around with no clothes It was home, and it felt like it too Cause the family was together all under one roof I think the worst part of growing up is trading everything familiar for something you're told is good It's society Telling us what to do don't break the stigma, never try something new Unless you're already a pro Luckily breaking the loop
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