I Made FLCL Guitar Fights My Entire Personality, You Won't Believe What Happened Next (Explicit)

poster child for nostalgia

am I a textbook case for

peter pan syndrome?

maybe I'm just still fun

there's nothing for me

in the rat race

trade my soul for rent

I'm done with this implied

hostage situation

I'll go out on my own terms

send a message in a bottle

once you empty it

I'm not here to get shitfaced

but I'll carry this

leave the door cracked

so the light reminds me

I'm still home

they can't have me the way you do

let this cut them to the bone

told my roommates when I'm 80

I still want to have sleepovers and eat pizza rolls

no billionaire freak can convince me

I'm weird for that

I'll be so cool when I'm old

they want to burn the oceans

and spend blood on mansions

object permanence deficient

maybe we should reject the ransom

send a message in a bottle

gasoline and comic books

strike a match and take it all back

exit stage left catch the hook

it's so like me to make a mess like this

blending reminiscent clichés with praxis

don't even know if I'll live to be 80

damn it's so like me to make a mess like this

send a message in a bottle

once you empty it

I'm not here to get shitfaced

but I'll carry this

leave the door cracked

so the light reminds me

I'm still home

they can't have me the way you do

let this cut them to the bone

I'll go out on my own terms