This is my ode to being
Not anyone else.
Because I love my hair
Just after it gets cut.
And I love sitting naked
In my office chair
While I blast Neil Young on
Surround-sound speakers
And add my own words
In my own voice
That cracks when it needs to be deep
And is too deep when it needs to be high.
This is my ode to being
Not anyone else
Because my dick is growin’, yea
Is yours?
And there’s hair above my lip
But I don’t need to shave.
I can listen to my rock ‘n’ roll
And learn it ain’t the end of the world
Just because I somehow lose the girl.
This is my ode to being
Eighteen when I was twelve
And twelve while I’m eighteen.
Living while I’m awake
And again when I’m asleep.
This is my ode to being
Not anyone else but me.
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