My friends, they are all growing up
I think they realised
That nothing is as good as it seems
While I try to live off of my dream
Sleeping off a headache
From the night I had just to get away
And pretend I'm free from responsibility
Oh, stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I'm tired of the little things
Every little thing, I'll blame it on anxiety
Too many possibilities
While I count my days in coffee rings
A sucker for my sympathy
I'm stuck here now but I don't know why
Why I try
I could stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know I'll stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I want love but I don't, but I do
But I won't just enough to say
But maybe one day I'll
Stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know that I'm too immature for that
