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
