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the smell of suntan cream reminds me of |
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you smiling, sadly, back at me |
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as I sat there in my bubble |
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stacking pebbles up on a sunny day |
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I still remember when I was young |
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I thought I would be young forever |
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I swim 'round and 'round on my tinfoil pond |
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like an ugly duckling that does not want |
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to have to turn into a swan, yeah |
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when I grow up I want to be a boy again |
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I still get excited when it snows |
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sitting in my bubble with my imaginary friends |
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wishing that we didn't have to be so realistic all the time |
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I lie awake at night and count the stars |
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I fill jelly-jars with plastic flowers |
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I go 'round and 'round in circles on my hamster wheel |
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I can feel the whole world |
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quietly closing in on me in my little bubble |
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when I grow up I want to be a boy again |
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I still get excited when it snows |
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sitting in my bubble with my box of felt-tip pens |
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wishing that I didn't have to be so realistic all the time |