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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

stuck

83
by John Mayer

I've these dreams
I'm walking home
Home when it used to be
And everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me

Here I stand
6 feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bittersweet feeling
Hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger"
On the radio

And these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman

Oh, if only my life was more like1983
All these things would be more
like they were at the start of me
Had it made in 83

Thinking bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay

Here I stand
6 feet small
And smiling cause I'm scared as hell
Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie
where the actor's names have changed

Oh well well, these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman

Oh, if only my life was more like1983
All these things would be more
like they were at the start of me

If my life was more like 1983
I'd plot a course to the source
of the purest little part of me

And most my memories
have escaped me
Or confused themselves with dreams

If heaven's all we want it to be
Send your prayers to me
care of 1983

You can paint that house a rainbow of colors
Rip out the floorboards
Replace the shutters but
that's my plastic in the dirt

Whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my lunchbox?

When came the day that it got
thrown away and don't you think
I should have had some sayin that decision?

if only my life was...

--
change 1983 to late 2000 / early 2001 and the same sentiments would fit me. was more naive and stupid then, and because of it, in a way more pure.