I grew up in an apartment on the west side Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside I was made to grow up and be famous So I'm trying my best to stay shameless Can't take this change of season I'm sick to my stomach for no reason But I guess that's part of the deal I guess that's what makes me real (x2) (da da da da da da da) Waking up to car alarms Coffee shops and nail salons Take a ride on the subway on my bicycle downtown Coney Island stoned I was afraid to ride the cyclone Blackouts fade into fresh lemonade And late night serenades I grew up in an apartment on the west side Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside I was made to grow up and be famous So I'm trying my best to stay shameless Can't take this change of season I'm sick to my stomach for no reason But I guess that's part of the deal I guess that's what makes me real (da da da da da da da) Walking through the park at dawn New York times and candy thoughts (?) Take a ride on the subway when my bicycle breaks down Nothing ever changes Just the same old summer faces The days are long so we hold on 'cause the feeling just won't last Late nights, early mornings Smoking cigarattes in Coney Island The subway's burning Street lights, golden summers Throwing empty bottles off the roof In the rain and thunder (x2) I grew up in an apartment on the west side Taught to never feel right, always residing on the outside I was made to grow up and be famous So I'm trying my best to stay shameless Can't take this change of season I'm sick to my stomach for no reason But I guess that's part of the deal I guess that's what makes me real (da da da da da da da)