I can see the credits roll over my childhood Well, I guess that this is game over I'd always hoped pretending would anchor my livelihood Oh, how I despise getting older Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me I feel the hammer hit the nail in the coffin where I keep my innocence It's no coincidence That the decay of my heart is getting imminent I can feel 1997 slip away And I would trade all my tomorrows for one more yesterday And if I meet my maker, I'll beg him, "Take me to Heaven" So I can relive all my days from 1997 Please, don't make me cry like this I guess I'll just blow out the candles, make another wish It's been just over a thousand weeks since I first sprouted Damn right, yeah, I counted I'm overly nostalgic for my former self I know he's doing well I can feel 1997 slip away And I would trade all my tomorrows for one more yesterday And if I meet my maker, I'll beg him, "Take me to Heaven" So I can relive all my days from 1997