My friends, they are growing up
I think they realise
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 responsabilities
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 and coffee rings
A sucker for my sympathy
I'm stucking out 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 want just enough to say it
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
