You say there's nothing left to fear
We're growing up and growing beards
Well there's a song bleeding out of my pencil's tip

There's a guitar in my hand and a ring on my lip
And I'm changing
I'm changing for the worst

(Chorus)
Night I've had in years
Was the night

I had to deal with us
And deal with who I am
But I can't help with all these things that I say

I will become better
I will fight for this for me


Now when I say
That I'm losing the battle
All I mean is I'm trying to heal

I'm trying to speak
Out against all this depression I feel
I'm sorry I hurt

I'm sorry this was the worst