I fucking suck
Hey Mike, I miss you man, take three
One, two, three, four
If being young is easy, why the hell does it feel so damn hard?
Growing up, being told that looking back is the best part
Don't want to lose my friends, nights that never end
Writing letters that I'll probably never send
'Cause I read them
When I'm lonely at night
And everybody around me is leaving, too
Some are already gone, lucky it's only a few
I never said goodbye to one of my best friends
Hey Mike, I miss you man
Playing horrible songs in my backyard
Gettin' high for the first time between two cars
Sneaking out to drive around
And enjoy the peace
So what's the point to try your best
If everything goes black to white
And I am nothing like the rest?
Where's the love?
'Cause I've heard the hate
Does anything matter anymore, or is it too late?
Preparation for the things you can't seem to prepare for
Such a waste of time, but it's only going to happen more
Telling me I'm wrong, knew it all along
So I'll let it all out in these fucking songs
Part of me is preserved
The best of me is preserved
And if I can't slow time I'll enjoy today
Not stressing too hard 'bout my GPA
'Cause in a couple of months
We all know it won't matter anyways
Doing things that I shouldn't just because I can
When you're under 18, who's to tell you what you can and cannot do?
It's something new
So what's the point to try your best
If everything goes black to white
And I am nothing like the rest?
Where's the love?
'Cause I've heard the hate
Does anything matter anymore, or is it too late?
Is it too late?
'Cause lately I've been feeling pretty good about myself
And lately I don't fight my parents if they try to help
It's been a long 17 years
Be on my own in less than one year
But I'm so scared
Expecting me to know who I am
So what's the point trying your best
If everything goes black to white
And I am nothing like the rest?
Where's the love
'Cause I've heard the hate
Does anything matter anymore, or is it too late?
Is it too late?
Or is it too late?