I feel guilty 'cause I was a bitch when I was seventeen
And when I look at a photograph it doesn't look like me
And my mom was having babies by the time she was my age
While I'm working by the hour, buying weed when I get paid
I got a sticker on my car that tells you who I voted for
And I think about it every time I'm at the grocery store
But when I drive like an asshole does that give one reason more
For you to say, goddamn the liberals, they surely need the Lord
And it doesn't really matter and I don't wanna take your time
But sometimes I just can't make myself feel proud to be alive
And I know I'm young and stupid now and maybe I'll get old and feel like
It's okay to be here, filling space inside the void
Last Wednesday made a bracelet at the bar with my new friends
And 'cause my brain is fucked all I thought of was when these days would end
And how sad I'll feel when all that's real to me comes undone
When the earth is made of ashes, littered with a piles of guns
And it doesn't really matter and I don't wanna take your time
But sometimes I just can't make myself feel proud to be alive
And I know I'm young and stupid now and maybe I'll get old and feel like
It's okay to be here, filling space inside the void
Feel like it's okay to be here, filling space inside the void
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
And I don't need all the answers or to see the face of God
I just wanna sleep without seeing everything I'm not
So the next time that I'm staring at the wall and feeling paranoid
I'll scream up to the sky to fill the space inside the void
So I'll scream up to the sky to fill the space inside the void