Lyrics

sorry mom and dad i'm in my slummin it phase.
the lack of lines in my face indicate a trust fund baby beggin for change.
any way i can get it wether it's real or manufactured
i want all bad dreams to get better.
i try to hide but the memory lingers from the tips
of my toes to the end of my fingers.
is this priviledge i don't remember.
you and i got different agendas.
sorry mom and dad its my self righteous phase.
don't stare at my uncalloused hands while i preach about working for change
for the little guy.change for the little man.
in two years i'll forget all about him.
and i'll talk about how naive i was
i'll chalk it up to my cards have been dealt.
show me a picture i'll barely remember when you and i had different agendas.