Age

There are days, a lot of days, where I feel like I am about 14. I just feel young and immature most of the time. Sometimes I hear what I am saying or look at what I am doing and think, "Gosh, when am I going to grow up?" But there are a lot of days that I feel like I was born too late. Born in a time that wasn't meant for me. I feel like I should have been born when my grandparents or parents were. I just feel like I don't belong in this time, in this place, at this age. Whether I act too young, or feel old doesn't matter, I just don't fit. I heard a song over the weekend that was saying just that (mostly the part about not belonging in this time). I was drawn to the drum beat first, then the lyrics.

I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)
Sandi Thom

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair