Shaved my face for a job I didn't go to Tried to live some sorry life like I'm supposed to But woke up – room's in a mess – choked on my dad's success. Now it's noon and I'm not even dressed yet. Maybe soon I won't live with such regret. Wasted days on baking away, learned absolutely nothing since last summer's days of haze. I don't want to grow up too soon. Locked in my room, getting really high and always sleeping in til noon. Am I doomed? I thought I'd always find the words to say that Nothing in this world could make me ever feel okay. But I've been getting by more with every single day Get out of your town if they look down on you for being just the you whose heart keeps beating with this tune. All the time I've spent inside, locked in my mind and sailing off into a high that never dies, a nice surprise, just getting by.