Played with the syntax of the English language a bit. Doctored feelings. I'm constantly checking my inbox for you.

The monkey bars are making kids cry
These days, I'm only hanging on for you
The second bar and its faulty squeaks
The pressure hiding from you
Made it pass the flocks
Running to hide the clocks
Honest is only cool when I'm lying to you
I can't keep trying for you
Cause it's making this kid cry
I'm always talking
Persisting to multiply
Now fear has occupied
You know I won't go
Marching next in line
One day I'll have kids just like you
Falling up in tiny shoes
Hanging with fears and doubts
Wondering what I'm about
So when you twist the top
And the fizz stops
Will you still be there for me?