At a loss for words lately

I wait so patiently

I seek a good days sleep

A lots been worse lately

This sense of vacancy

Pursuing famous dreams

Hands out so they can see

We live complacently

I want the same old things

I want the same old things

I want a penthouse suite, bathtub big enough to party

I want a Time Machine, go back and maybe win the lottery

I wanna not feel cold, not get old, never say sorry

Wishlist so bold you would think I should take up comedy

I want a movie scene where we have to get nude as a porno

I want a beauty queen that’s loyal but knows how to get down tho

I wanna get funded by VCs for nothing just to be me

And watch myself on tv I’ll make it look so easy

I wanna be master of all trades

I wanna be an actor in Bombay

I wanna drive backwards on a one way

I wanna not feel sad on Sundays

I wanna be a new age pundit

I wanna dance and do some fun drugs

I wanna live to be one hundred

I wanna see the seven wonders

I want luck I wanna be like Midas

I take a buck and multiply it

I wanna fuck on airplane toilets

Or do I just want peace and quiet

I want a bus that drops me back home

My velvet sweatsuit hand sown

I shit on a golden thrones

I wanna not feel so damn alone

I seek ecstasy

Fight destiny

The rest we’ll see

I want the same old things

I wanna be someone

I wanna kiss the moon

And then ill steal the sun

I wanna grow some wings

And squeeze into a gun

Shoot into the stars

I know it can be done

I wanna be so bad

I wanna be so silly

I wanna be the best for you

Even if it kills me

I wanna be electric

I will be so romantic

Ill teach white people tantric

Ill swim in the Atlantic

Ill master meditation

Im always on vacation

My sex drive insatiable and

I do meal preparation

I keep up with inflation

I speak with persuasion

My trail mix is just raisins

Im a fucking inspiration

Is this your revelation

Are we fit to be kings

Is this manifesting

Im running out of patience

I want the same old things