You're hidin' away in the guest room You're locking yourself up to get your head right We don't need to argue 'Cause it's becoming a habit What you do, what you do With your crude little tools But you ain't gonna put the pieces back together Hey!
I'm throwin' away my diploma I'm emptyin' all of my bank accounts Got nothin' to lose 'Cause you know that I already lost it Well I don't really know If I'm young or I'm old 'Cause I'm livin' in sin But I'm still pretty proud of it
And you know Everyone grows old And everyone wants to be somebody just like you
Been tryin' to become successful But not really sure where or when to stop Know what I'm worth 'Cause I'm workin' part-time for a paycheck Well I might just end up Serving drinks in a cup But I still got my pride Yeah I still got my dignity Uh-huh
I'm breakin' my back on the pavement Dressin' like all of the kids I loathe I'm tellin' you lies Like I didn't grow up in the suburbs It's a qualified life At the edge of a knife And the afterlife's filled with folks just like you
And you know Everyone grows old And everyone wants to be somebody just like you Just like you Just like youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
