Once we were schoolkids drunk on youth and friendship Bum-puffing cigarettes out the back, near that skip behind the school We'd speculate about what we'd all grow up to be I'm not even sure those dreams were ours, I think they came from the TV Those habits we can't shake Nothing left to salivate for We don't need to hunt for food now Will to something, somehow Outgrew those silkworm dreams, we became who we would be Shed those pupal skins to find none of us have wings They told us we need goals to create our own meaning Group death this is the rise of individuality Create things to aspire to We don't need to gather food now Energy to spend on things They make up in the magazines