Young One

Young one, I don't want to be the young one.
Stumbling, getting bored before too long.

Plucking away at vulnerable heart strings
In the endless stream of consciousness which plagues you.
It's gonna become true.
You're gonna change your ways.
You're gonna wake up someday.

Young one, want to make love to the young one.
Passionate and ticklish in it's freedom.
Loved one, the one who loves you is a young one.
Bubbly, getting bored before too long.
A cradle for the ficklish frame of fate.
In the endless rhymes of conscious mind that fails you.

It's gonna become true.
You're gonna change your ways.
You're gonna wake up someday.
You're gonna wake up someday.

Loved one, the one who loves you is a young one.
Bubbly, getting bored before too long.
Plucking away at vulnerable heart strings
Hoping you'll love as much as she.

Will it become true?
You're willing to be true.
But it will wake you up someday.
Oh it will wake you up someday.