Grown Man from delicious Apple by Oily Bastard

Battalion of some years and memories and regrets and burning pains before you sink and cry because it's over, never
Sweet is bad, have more sweet, just to eat
Happy birthday

I'm a grown man now
I'm supposed to drive a car
I'm a grown man now (So time chugs on by, I don't)
I'm supposed to drive a car (Really want to cry, I won't)
I'm a (I'm)

Gloria in excelsior (Praise be)
Jerk off your hope in something (Okay) (Praise be)
Kyrie eleison (Praise be praise be)
Don't be a dope for nothing (Okay) (Praise be)

Can you see what I can't be
You can be what I can't see
I will free myself from me
I will be myself for free

Typical, typical, typical, I can't see
Typical, typical, typical
I pretend, I pretend, I pretend girls like me
I pretend, I pretend, I pretend

Hopelessful, hopelessful, hopelessful I can say
Hopelessful, hopelessful, hopelessful
I can't cry, I can't cry, I can't cry anyway
I can't cry, I can't cry, I can't cry

I wear my chest on my sleeve and my heart in my chest but from flowery girls keep my distance

Troops keep on marching, we're men and we're big and we're
strong and we don't feel a thing and we kill each other
I'm like a tank, big and strong on the outside, but inside defenseless, I cower behind eyelids

• Pop
• alternative
• chiptune
• fun
• indie pop
• synth
• Denver