EDITED VERSION:



it doesn't have any sugar

but that doesn't mean it isn't sweet



the olden days of innocence and freedom

have fallen by the wayside

and you're left with this



a cornocupia of pressure and responsibility

never failing to remind you of your faults

never forgetting to make you fear the future



why are you left with the only one

that doesn't understand hangovers

and never wants bedroom fumbling



as indie as it is 

you'd rather have shared the same as others

relished the dying months

rather than stuck in the shadows

showering paper with pointless ideas

and ripped them up, tore them apart



but you'll still raise your glass

and toast those dark ages

because you'll always have the last laugh