god save me
from spending all my time
listening to the jam
when i should be daydreaming
that band makes me feel
all grown up
even when they are singing about
teenagers
i will leave my parents’ house
peg my pants and cut my hair
if anyone sees me who used to know me
i’ll tell them i’m in disguise
i’m going spying in the house of old —
listen to the band, pop pills and touch
myself more than i want to — but i’ll be happy
listening to the jam makes me want to be happy
even if i’m not happy

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