This song is about how
Growing up has become
Synonymous with being a

Boring, self-loathing,
Judgemental pretty junkie


For so long I've been told to give it up
To get a job and stop dreaming
Of what I'm dreaming of.


Maybe if I was more like you
I'd have a single thing to say

I could look forward to
I could look forward to


I'm not the same kid that I used to be
But I still got the same philosophy


If growing up is giving in,
Then count on me to count myself out(x2)


Getting sued by my friends
Taught me that, I can't pretend
That I'm inmune to the rules of... adulthood


I'd rather be a starving artist
Than a wealthy critic

I'd rather be a space cadet
Than bitter and jaded


Brain-dead and rewarded
What everyone else my age is


I'm not the same kid that I used to be
But I still got the same philosophy


If growing up is giving in,
Then count on me to count myself out(x2)


I'm not the same kid
I'm not the same child
I might still be a prick

But at least I'm not a prick in denial!

I wake up late just to

Miss the whole day
Through this putrid spew
That I call a bedroom

Putting on clothes
Just to take them off
In a couple of hours

Why the $#&@ do I bother!

I wake up late just to

Miss the whole day
Through this putrid spew
That I call a bedroom

Putting on clothes
Just to take them off
I'll ride this train

And hope it never stops!

This is all I got

This is all I want(x3)