It feels nice to be alone again
It never feels great to hate my friends
But I never know where the time goes
Covered in sweat at those punk shows

Ride my board around the block
While listening to things by Jeff Rosenstock
Sitting on the curb outside of work
The cigarettes burn through my shirt

And I know I shouldn't let the time pass
I've got a bunch of things to do, but not enough gas
And I really like living, I really love living!
Cause I'm learning how not to live in the past
Cause I took my fucking time, sulking and praying
Up to a god that I don't believe in anymore

It's so predictable, I'm depressed again
Time to grab my phone and call all my friends
But Justin's voicemail is filled up
Cristian isn't home, Said's tied up

And my sister's coming home late again
Kinda want to drown inside a keg
But I grab the stolen coat and go outside
Try not to look back and close my eyes

Cause my memory's fleeting and I'm getting restless
Gotta keep my head up and try my best
And it feels like it's ending, oh fuck! It's all ending
But I count to ten, can't believe that it's working
And it's pretty fucking fine to take own time
I'm done pretending that it's doing wonders for me anymore

I'll shut it down: all the negative self-talk
I'll realize that it's fine to just walk
Instead of running away from all the things that make me sad
Gotta make it a habit to not ignore everything I think is bad

Cause once I stop moping, it's plain to see
To make it better, I start with me
When will I learn to never not be a teen?