I hate the way I feed all my fears
And the way that I looked in my cocaine skinny years
But all your friends are still talking about
The same old shit I don't want to talk about now

I was kind of hoping I'd feel alright
By the time I was closer to your height
It's so embarrassing how much I pine
For the same damn things I did when I was twenty-five

Thought by now I'd be over this
It's so unsettling

Thought by now I'd be over it

I'm sick of trying to get my head sussed
I'd be better off keeping my mouth shut
But you're always complaining about me for being closed off
It's fucked up

I'm bored of trying to keep my head above
I'd be better off caught in your headlock
You're always complaining about me
That shit is fucked up