What can I say, because I've always felt this way, I think I want to try and be someone
Can't stay awake or apply myself at work, it's been like this for the last few years
Have a plan to retire, and greet each day with a smile, man, sometimes I really bore myself
I'm sorry I'll work harder, been having trouble at home
I've only got 12 more payments before I've got hundreds more
I've been fired, and I've quit, but in the end they both mean shit, get drunk and dance on the hoods of cars
The price that you pay to have something to say, why dream when you can keep living
Mom and dad have a plan, pile the kids into the van, but I'm so high that my eyes bleed
Please don't lose faith in me, I'll make it up somehow
A decade of indecision, another faded teenage dream

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