Inner Child

(V1.)
I can still remember...
Being up in my room smelling my dads cigarette vapor,
The green shag carpet and my choo-choo train wallpaper/
Two level townhouse, my quarters were an 11 by 7,
Never knew darkness, and was leaning towards heaven/
Got my crayons laid out,
coloring books until my hands cramped,
A pot for a helmet, my cap gun & I would stand camped/
Kevin my given name but it was supposed to be Jason,
Or Michelle if I was a girl,
so that's name of dames I kept chasing/
I'd make a maze on the floor with my Dr.Suess books,
Then I'd go and explore all the nifts and the nooks/
With my Star Wars figures and my fisher price collection,
And to the best of my recollection
that was my happiest reflection/
Remembrance, memories, always thinking cleverly,
Killing with creativity then grew in a world of treachery/
Now I've grown older, never let go of who that bloke was,
Never stopped holding hands with that inner child I spoke of/

(Chorus)
They say that growing up is a trap,
They say never look back & forget about your past/
But without the past your present and your future would parish,
So never take it for granted because it's something to cherish/
Always be imaginative & creative with your mind
You can still be responsible and enjoy your grown up time/
Hone in right, & continue your winning style,
& never ever stop remembering your inner child/

(V2.)
By the time we hit our teens is when our parents intervene,
Try to ween us from the way that they intravenously feed us/
Since the fetus days straight to grade 8,
Now they placate for you to vacate your former play dates/
& make some better friends & evacuate your old boys,
Plans for a yard sale and force you to sell off your old toys/
High school hits and you just get deeper into the shit,
with more tales from the crapper than the keeper of the crypt/
Trying to figure out where you fit in,
which clique do you belong to,
Trying to be so cool, and older than old-school/
Can't even see we're still foolish, immature with no tone,
& by the time we've graduated we be thinking we're so grown/
Time to leave your home, and do it on your own,
Time to pay for hydro, cable, water & your phone/
Fold your own laundry, living hardened,
Wishing you could go back to the first fuckin' day of kindergarten/

(Chorus)
They say that growing up is a trap,
They say never look back & forget about your past/
But without the past your present and your future would parish,
So never take it for granted because it's something to cherish/
Always be imaginative & creative with your mind
You can still be responsible and enjoy your grown up time/
Hone in right, & continue your winning style,
& never ever stop remembering your inner child/