I used to be a stereotype
Half alive with half open eyes
With a one track mind

And a flawed design
Feeling like I was lost
At sea at only the age of 19

Floating around in alcohol and apathy
Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine
If we make it out of here alive

Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind


We're all doing just fine
We were always the ones laughing last
We were never the ones looking back

We were always the ones to say that
We're all doing just fine


I used to be a stereotype
Someone you'd never recognize
With fingers so yellow

That it matched the yellow skies
And there was a few things I memorized
From all those blurry times

Like bottles clinking under blinking signs
And a few last words from lost friend of mine


If we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind


We're all doing just fine
We were always the ones laughing last

We were never the ones looking back
We were always the ones to say that
We're all going just fine


Words to live by
We're doing fine