Spent so much time
In the back of the office on a company line
And you're still waking up at noon
And since we fell apart
I feel broken I feel brand new
When I'm out there
And you're still stuck here
Biding time in the town we grew up in
It's clear, all the ghosts you fear
Disguise themselves inside cheap bottles
I just can't believe
All the kids from high school that didn't leave
Are wearing out this downtown scene
Prom King and Queen are the hometown deadbeats
I don't wanna grow up
And I don't wanna waste any of my luck
I'm not putting up with it
I f**ing hate this sh**
Lately I've been
Looking our through old photographs
In the box of them under my bed
And I Never cared
To make those moments last
But now I can't keep them outta my head
I've finally dealt with my mom's d**h
And I'm feeling better about
Being the son of an angry man
Yeah I do what I can
To take my place in the back of the van
But I just can't believe
That you're f**ing anchored at the knees
Like the weight of the world is bound to your feet
Are you waiting for a sign or anything?
I guess I could find my own apartment on the west end of town
Get a real job and quiet down
I could sell all my sh** and sweat the rent
Spend my best years in discontent
Is that what you wanted for me?
I think I'm talking to a ghost
All painted up like a person I used to know