My Hope

Intro: The years are going by so fast, it really is bewilderin And we ll be so called grown ups and have mortgages and children I hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, and maturity But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers A monument to our youth, though lacking its observers Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it I hope your MySpace stays forever, and I hope that your kids find it How I hope that you forget about your MySpace I hope it slips completely from your mind And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find And I hope that it embarasses your children I hope their bratty friends all forward it around And I hope that you forget your password So you cannot take it down If your kids think you re vaguely square, it will be so much clearer When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror And all the bands you re listing now, your kids will be exposin Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who s Uh Oh Explosion? They ll marvel at how old you are They ll rofl at your outfits Your style may pass as vintage in the future, though I doubt it How I hope that you forget about your MySpace I hope it slips completely from your mind And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find And I hope that it embarasses your children I hope their bratty friends all forward it around And I hope that you forget your password So you cannot take it down I hope your cynical kids say, Holy crap this is great! These comments date all the way back to 2008! I hope they dig through your pictures and find some we might call compromising I hope seeing their mom in a swimsuit & smoking a hookah, isnt too traumatising But it will be past their comprehension They ll ask did grandpa not give you enough attention? And who the hell is Tom that guys knows everyone! Chorus: