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Twenty twelve, fifth grade, I was ten, and afraid Of nothing in the world I was going to make a change, make a difference on my way To the top of the world Eighth grade, middle school, purposefully uncool In my own little world Protagonist syndrome, proud of being all alone Me against the world High school, drama class, we were all drama queens Didn't have a license, thought I knew everything Had a crush on a friend, never said anything Graduated during that whole big pandemic thing I'll fly away soon to never ever ever land You can come too, join our new forever band We'll play concerts for the moon and sun and stars We can't hear them tell us who they think we are Settling down in the asteroid crater Apocalypse now, consequences later Clone Wars, Wii Sports, demigods and Tow Mater Zach King, Film Riot, Corridor and Andrew Kramer Beyblades, Saturdays, LEGO sets and lightsabers Minecraft, dragon training, Rubik's Cubes and alligators I guess I just turned twenty and that's not okay Can't justify my actions by saying I'm teenaged Welcome to my over-the-top punk rock phase The main event is over, see you in the rat race I'll fly away soon to never ever ever land You can come too, join our new forever band We'll play concerts for the moon and sun and stars We can't hear them tell us who they think we are We'll fly out to unexplored paradise Dreamland scouts, see it when you close your eyes We'll take journeys past the moon and sun and stars We won't let them shape us into what they want Working to patch up the asteroid crater Apocalypse now, rationalize later The future is churned with a big agitator Pick a branch, take a stance, relax and recline Finding our place in the asteroid crater Apocalypse now, but we'll be just fine. The future is churned with a big agitator Pick a branch, take a stance, relax and recline Living my life in the asteroid crater Apocalypse now, or whenever there's time