An Issue of Sweetness

Do you remember when you lost your sense of innocence?
Discarded like an old sweater
On the corner of a playing field
In some long forgotten August
When making it and faking it
It became more important than trust and friendship
When 'sweet' started sounding like an insult
Now is the time to take a holiday from your cynicism
Drop those airs and graces
Walk into town; you migth enjoy swinging down the street so fancy-free
Tread barefoot through the grass and feel the sun in your hair
Climb trees, you'll be closer to the big blue sky
Piss about by the garages, that's where it's really happening
Take a trip back to adolescence, when things really meant something
When your moods were all swings and seesaws
When you could be bothered to be an angry young man or woman
Stop worrying about being a stereotype
Being an 'individual' is just overrated attention-seeking
And true eccentrics never wear Day-Glo
Uniforms are good
They show up your subtleties
You could never be normal anyway
So stop being so self-conscious
But don't forget who you are