for those who took the other route
who will remember the echoes of stories never told?
"Welcome to the real world", she said to me Condescendingly Take a seat Take your life Plot it out in black and white Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings And the drama queens I'd like to think the best of me Is still hiding Up my sleeve They love to tell you Stay inside the lines That something's better On the other side I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world just a lie you've got to rise above So the good boys and girls take the so called right track Faded white hats Grabbing credits Maybe transfers They read all the books but they can't find the answers And all of our parents They're getting older I wonder if they've wished for anything better While in their memories Tiny tragedies They love to tell you Stay inside the lines But something's better On the other side I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you got to rise above I am invincible (x3) As long as I'm alive I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you've got to rise above I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion I'm gonna bust down the double doors And when I stand on these tables before you You will know what all this time was forNo Such Thing, John MayerYou only have one life. Even if you believe in reincarnation, you could only remember this life.
Why be a slave of money and avarice when you have only one life to do so? If life is about affording a pleasue craft or a G5, then I'm pretty sorry for these are things which will die with you, which do not understand you, which are not the ones caring for you, which cannot replace and is not the lasting legacy one hopes to leave just before he goes. And when we look back at our lives to see what we made of it, it's such sorrow to try to escape the fact that much of it was for money.
