Slow Dance

Waiting for an answer
Where's the world I once seen?
What happened to wrestling on trampolines?
Where's the snow covered parks we used to sled?

Now, it's all about the milligrams
That I need in order to feel anything
And the therapist says that we'll use coping strategies
To help with the anxieties in your head

Where's the adventure of make believe?
Why does my bike look so rusted?
What happened to my perfect memory?
And what ever happened to eating happily?

'Cuz now, I count every calorie
And I'm politically affiliated
And I sing songs all about hopelessness
'Cuz it's nice to know that I'm not alone in this

Now, my heroes, they sit at bars
With cigarettes and endless stories to tell
It always starts with a smile
Before the rendition just goes to hell

Maybe it's too much information
Maybe it's just too much to hear
I'm still waiting for an answer
I'm still waiting for an answer