When I turned 18, I planned on nothing less than Total reinvention So I started growing my hair out long Growing my hair out long Now one year later, I can feel my commitment wavering Just wanna prove I can pull through on something Pull through on anything, oh Then I"ll hit 20, holding steady Screaming high school songs in the back of the car park Can't hit the high notes, but I'm learning to Sit better in my flaws, and in 10 years Our adolescent heartache won't mean a thing But until then, we'll keep the choir singing To the tune of every song we sung when we were 17 I'd like to say I'm more poetic now But most of my songs are still about a girl Who probably doesn't think of me, and honestly Why should she? Oh, why should she? Why should she? Now, I'm responsible for all my actions All these flawed chain reactions in my brain Probably won't go away, so I'll just move on to better days Better headaches, and better headaches