21

Listen to little tyke
Rock and Roll
Cause we laced your business with
Indifference, and
Your brown sugar
Wears rock bottom well

From television light years
Just like your hair's receding
Into the void
A Sisyphus' abyss
in which
My phone plays Sinatra

Saturday morning cartoons
Aren't the same when you're 21
The enemy of my history
That's the reruns of my past
And now the coke and jack feels like it's taking us back
But come on baby come on baby
That's my reality

So many ways
I crave the good ol' days
The danger of nostalgia
My imagination got in bed
Seduced infrared
Sugar highs not server crashes

Saturday morning cartoons
Aren't the same when you're 21
The enemy of my history
That's the reruns of my past
And now the coke and jack feels like it's taking us back
But come on baby come on baby
That's my reality

Watch us realize
The things we don't quite realize
Cause when we grow up
The danger of nostalgia
Won't know the uppers
From the fuckin' downers

Watch us realize
The things we don't quite realize
Cause when we grow up
The danger of nostalgia
Won't know the uppers
From the fuckin' downers

Cause right now
Sleeping four hours with you
Is better than sleeping til'
Better than sleeping til'
Better than sleeping til' noon

Cause right now
Sleeping four hours with you
Is better than sleeping til'
Better than sleeping til'
Better than sleeping til' noon

That's why Saturday
(It ain't the same)
That's why Saturday
(It ain't the same)
I said Saturday
Saturday Saturday Saturday
Ain't the same
No



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Writer(s): John Hinks
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