when your "golden days" are "that was just a phase..." lose yourself to reminisce pictures and innocence. try to remember when you felt free and the smiles just came so naturally... you can't control your age but you can control how you feel. breathing dead air into broke lungs that once filled your heart with the will to live. so when are you gonna cash in your raincheck? (and on, and on, and on...) every second that goes by is one thats gone for good. are you throwing away possible memories to a frevered life of "woulds" and "coulds"? we may have missed our chance and we may never be young again, but fuck living a sick day life. fuck dead beat kids. and fuck your falsehoods. so when are you gonna cash in your raincheck? (and on, and on, and on...) i'm not dead yet. ambitions... sorry, but i have none... i'm just a confused kid with the masses telling me to join tradition... but i just can't... i'd rather die than live like you. do you get it? i'd rather die than live like you. you don't get it. fuck your falsehoods.