Swimming through the pages left unread The sleepless nights spent shaking on the bed Until I'm tearing at my eyelids, And I can't Help but think it's better to be Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and Screaming worries about how things will end Every night with my sweaty hand in yours Staying up until the stars are getting bored And if I fall asleep Should I comment out my dreams Cuz I know it's getting old And it's not quite what it seems And If I can't be you Who the hell else should I be What's the point in getting old If giving up's all that it means When I found you in the park behind your house You were crying but I didn't ask, what about We run away somewhere and don't come back And just pretend that we're already Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and Screaming worries about how things will end Every night with my sweaty hand in yours Staying up until the stars are getting bored And if I fall asleep Should I comment out my dreams Cuz I know it's getting old And it's not quite what it seems But If I can't be you Who the hell else can I be What's the point in getting old If giving up's all that it means