i found the cure to growing older

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends.
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again.
And I've got arrogance down to a science.
And I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends.

They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone,
But for what we've become, we just feel more alone.
Always weigh what I've lost against what I left.
So progress report: I am missing you to death.

Someone old.
No one new.
Feeling borrowed.
Always blue.


You are the dreamer,
And we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it;