Tear down the stage that I grew up on
I won't be here in another year, I'll be traveling on my own
Take all the oil, the gasoline and gold
And feed it to my dreams, the last things I really own
If I could go back in time and wipe the slate clean
I wouldn't listen to my teachers, they don't know what's best for me
But I'd listen to my friends, the ones who knew me way back when
They all told me I was different, but that just made me one of them
I'd run through the fields and climb the highest tree
I'd be high above my parents with no shoes on my feet
My calluses would be my favorite trophies
With that box full of fireflies and my head full of memories
I wouldn't spend so much time in front of the tv
I'd learn to write a letter, just to say hello to future me
I'd learn to build a fire without the help of kerosene
Just to burn all the technology that ruined me