Take
a walk in the park
And talk to all the cherry trees
Sleep with all of the lights
So you can see the scary things
Play,
pretend with yourself
Not only on Halloween
Take a ride on your bike
Imagine you're in Italy
It doesn't have to hurt all the time
Losing all of my sensation
Wondering if life is a simulation
Five degrees
of separation
I feel bad for my generation When did we lose our imaginations?
I would love to wake up And find out I'm an optimist
I could get what I want And God could be happy with it
I could start to believe
That growing up doesn't exist
And maybe I could convince
Somebody else of this
It doesn't have to hurt all the time
Losing all of my sensation Wondering if life is a simulation
Five degrees
of separation
I feel bad for my generation
When did we lose our imaginations?