Testo 1997

I can see the credits roll over my childhood
Well, I guess that this is game over
I'd always hoped pretending would anchor my livelihood
Oh, how I despise getting older
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me
I feel the hammer hit the nail in the coffin where I keep my innocence
It's no coincidence
That the decay of my heart is getting imminent
I can feel 1997 slip away
And I would trade all my tomorrows for one more yesterday
And if I meet my maker, I'll beg him, "Take me to Heaven"
So I can relive all my days from 1997

Please don't make me cry like this
I guess I'll just blow out the candles, make another wish
It's been just over a thousand weeks since I first sprouted
Damn right, yeah, I counted
I'm overly nostalgic for my former self
I know he's doing well

I can feel 1997 slip away
And I would trade all my tomorrows for one more yesterday And if I meet my maker, I'll beg him, "Take me to Heaven"
So I can relive all my days from 1997