cool kids.

I could sing,

I could dance,

Stop wearing T-shirts

And baggy pants,

Like the other

Fucking hipsters,

In their Ginsberg Corduroy.

I could learn,

To tie a tie,

Wear some khakis,

And live a lie.

But I can’t live that way,

I’ll never die a mental slave.

But I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.

When I found out

I was very young,

That life

Just isn’t as fun,

Once you cut your line,

From shore.

I can hurry up

And wait,

Always early

To be late,

But time is just

Our memories we keep stored away.

But I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.

Like Jenn with defeat in her eyes.

Even me with distaste for mankind.

I was sick, now I'm just tired. 

So I’ll hum myself a tune,

And do a little dance.

But I'm keeping my shirts,

And all my baggy pants.

Cause

I don’t want to get wasted,

I don’t to get fooled,

I don’t want to grow up,

Until I have to.