Skate parks and broken hearts

Late nights and fist fights

What a world to live in

Where on earth to begin

Blessed in the suburbs

Rich westerners, first world problems

Never could skate stairs

And the bottom of the barrel

In the local scene

Is still better

Than a billion other lives

Plenty of food

Pens and paper

But I know there’s more

The great adventure of first world success

Career and travel

Oh yes, I want it all

The golden path

Has never looked sweeter

And though the bastards try

They can never take

The simple joy of living

From my soul

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