An Appeal To Memory

remember the good old days?
before sex and drugs,
when all we knew was rock and roll and even that wasn't quite the same
everything just seemed so....
tame
backstreet boys not backstreet dealers
since when are we old enough to trade in bikes for four-wheelers?
bubblegum bubblegum in a dish
how many pieces do you wish
one, two, this one's for you
three, four, not anymore
remember how often i wound up at your door?
my house to yours ain't such a walk
how come since that summer we never talk?
monkey on the ground, no such monkey
that ship has sailed, when that ship sunk we promised things would never change
but i'm feeling worn down like the black crayon out a fresh box
so this is me, without my label
without your classifications are you still stable?
we played with Polly Pockets, saved lockets, made rockets
now you're rolling smokes, telling jokes and I just can't help but mock it
it used to be junk food and movies for the simple joy
now it's ice cream and Pretty in Pink to get over a boy
in junior high we were crushing, in high school we got crushed
remember that guy in homeroom who always made you blush?
he's peddling premature maturity to the kids we used to be
waiting by the park when school gets out at three
Pokémon cards and Crazy Bones, summer days and Sno Cones
now all you care about is getting so blown
and leaving me so alone
remember when i used to have to call you on the house phone?
tying up the line for hours just shooting the breeze
brought our parents to their knees, didn't it?
just begging to know what it was we could talk about for so long
and we just shone in a language all our own
they just didn't get it, did they? and they'd just groan in their grown tone and we'd laugh
we'd laugh until we swore our lungs and livers were bruised
everything just kept us so amused
i wish you'd keep your lungs and livers unabused so we could laugh like that again
laugh at all the girls scrambling for men
why does every Barbie need a Ken?
when she has Skipper and Kelly and Stacie to get her back
you'll always have your girls when your guys are acting whack
when you stop getting calls about how he's in a funk
and now he only rings when he's bored and getting drunk, that punk
keep your weed cause all I need is Ashley Spinelli on my TV
and a recess maybe just to regress back to the good old days...
but this ain't VHS, we don't need to rewind
fast foward scene select to catch us up to time
if there's one good thing about growing up
it's learning how to rhyme