The 80's

The welcome mat, frayed and faded on a lawn that once held grass. In a neighborhood that’s been downgraded to a beautifully tired mess. The factory has closed its doors and resigned itself to be a haven for the junkies and whores who long ago ceased to see. Chorus: Growing up seemed so far away, but we’re here despite ourselves. And doesn’t it seem strange, how much we’ve changed since the 80’s. A birthday cake in childhood’s frame was perfect for the theme. But we’ve become the people that we swore we’d never be. There’s a certain want for better days with no careers or obligation. But that would take the point away and leave only desperation. Growing up seemed so far away, but we’re here despite ourselves. And doesn’t it seem strange, how much we’ve changed since the 80’s.