Dream Wish Angst Plan

I’m living the dream, but who’s dream And why do they dream such shitty dreams If there’s one thing I excel at its dreaming Not to boast, not to brag, but, my dreams are better than this endless drag So why, why am I stuck living in this dream I wish I could be nice like everyone else I wish I understood when people say things I wish I could be mean like everyone else I wish they understood when I don’t say things I wish I could be close instead of closed I wish I could be most instead of almost I wish, I wish, I wish Embrace the angst of your youth, every embarrassing moment has the beauty of a thousand, cringes And that person who wouldn’t leave your hysterical brain Who you wanted with mere physical pain, twinges Remember, but never relive, analyze, and maybe forgive Forgive yourself of the sin of being young and naive, and full of hormonal imbalance And love yourself now, every why and every how Because some day you might recall with wonder that you survived it all What are these things you possess, direction and purpose, hard work, motivation success? I can only seem to stumble through life, like a drunkard in the night Happy enough I ended up home in my own warm bed What is this magic you possess, that made things go the way you planned? If I made a plan, the universe would surly shake the whole world with its laughter The chaos that made us all, made you exhibit A and me exhibit B Her the one that will excel, and here the one, well, we’ll see