Bucketlist

So much to do

So much to see

So much for you

So much for me

So much to do and see

So much for you and me

When I'm thirty five I'll learn to work a potter's wheel

When I'm forty I'll forty go streaking at a soccerfield

And if they try to tackle me then I'll distract em

Flapping my arms and happily shrieking like a coccatiel

When I'm sixty I'll get really really fat

And then go back to skinny really really fast

And then go skydiving with no parachute

And glide around like I'm a flying squirrel with my skinflaps

Like a creepy aladdin (just need my jasmine)

Cause there's no feat you can't achieve if you believe it can happen

If yesterday's a pain in the ass

Tomorrow's an aspirin

And you might be feeling better than you ever could imagine

At seventy I'll rock sandals with black socks

When I'm eighty I'll try heroin or crack rocks

Or both- and mix em in a smoothie

I'll be old and toothless

And I'll be feeling groovy

I'll make out with school teachers

Chill at nude beaches

And free the zoo creatures

And if they tell me it's a issue for my health

I'll tell em bitch I'm ninety you can kindly fuck yourself

I'm just being really really really really really really really real right now

And so I just plan on doing what I really really really really feel like now

I probably won't bang all the girls I liked in high school

Although that would be quite cool

But I'll list their names out on some wide rule

Paper

And I'll call each one of them and tell them

That I really would have liked to love em

Back in the day

Not to be a creeper obviously

Just to see who'd respond positively

And just take it from there

We'll just take it from there

I hope you answer my prayers

Cause

We don't know what the future holds