This Stuff

Can you tell anyone this stuff

Can you ever tell it enough

Will it make a difference?

Will they forget it within minutes?

I’m living in a condo

It replaced your favorite movie theater though

Not all trees have fruits or flowers

Some are just there to grow

Not like anyone else my age

So I know why they call partying rage

I’m not like anyone else my age

So I know why they call partying rage

I want to tour in a hot pink van

And I want you there to hold my hand

And every night that you’re in my band

Is a moment they would never understand

Can you tell anyone this stuff

Can you ever tell it enough

Will it make a difference?

Will they forget it within minutes?