From all the noise and talk about worth,

And the value of everything to anyone,

What ever happend to conversations of the good things?

The most simplistic ideas man or woman can come up with,

Or dreams or goals to reach for,

All wiped by continuous talk about bullshit.

Sex just for pleasure.

Drugs for a good time.

Money to prove something.

All of it is just white noise, honestly.

What has happened to talk of having a real family?

Or actually spending time with old friends,

Getting high off of memories or being wasted in love?

Where did the enjoyment of innocence go?

Probably along with the idea of growing up so soon,

Forgetting what it was like to live with no worries.