sometimes in my life, i'd take all my hopes and dreams, all my ambitions and aspirations and i'd give them all up - put them to one side - for a springboard, a pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt. and the ability to do a perfect backflip.

i think if i could do it the seconds would feel like hours to me, it would be like medicine, staying with me during the days and during the weeks where i'm just pushing on, just getting by.

and i'm not the boy i used to be. and although i've more or less accepted it, although i've gotten over it and i'm no longer trying to change it, i still regret it.

i regret it everyday...

maybe it's scotland that i hate. i know i hate so many things about it. i hate the way punishment's at the heart of everything. i hate the way parents speak to their children. i hate the way everything always has to be someone's fault even though some things just happen.

some things just happen...

i hate the way people bring up their children to be exactly the same as they are just so they can justify the way they've lived their lives. i hate the way that we expect to fail. and then we fail. and then we get bitter because we've failed.

maybe it's scotland that i hate...

maybe scotland's got nothing to do with it. maybe all of this has nothing to do with anything. but i know that i would give it all up, trade it all in...

for a springboard, and a pair of shorts, and a plain white t-shirt and the ability to do a perfect backflip.
i'd give it all up for that.