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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