This year I have turned 23,
And my face is a little bit worn.
And though summer’s here, I am not, thinking ‘bout
Going out anywhere.
Since I didn’t make any plans, make any plans.

In even higher gear I simply let the time pass,
Breaking full speed into a horrific summer.
The holofoil card that you, gave to me,
I will paste it on your back, so far ahead,
Right away I will.

How much cash do you have saved up in your bank?
Not that it’s a topic that’s meant for me.
And though summer’s here, I’m not, changing tracks
From last year, I’m still doing zilch, doing zilch.

Peddling my bicycle my 20th came and went,
Breaking full speed I will pretend I never noticed.
The holofoil card that you, gave to me,
I will paste it on your back, so far ahead,
Slam it on.

“I am 23, fucking already,”
Kujuukuri beach hears me screaming.
And when I’m 33!
The dazzling sun will glare, so pissed off,
Pissing me off, ‘so guy what’ve you gone and made of yourself?’.

Peddling on my bicycle I simply let time pass,
Breaking full speed into a moronic summer.
What are you doing right now? Where are you at?
Not that it is a topic meant for me.
But I can’t help but have you on my mind, constant,
Breaking full speed into my degeneration.
The holofoil card that you, gave to me,
I will paste it on your back, so far ahead,
Right away I will.
Yeah, even right now.
Yeah, even right now.
Yeah, even right now.
That’s my summer break.