I stare out of my window
And I look at my neighbors
And take notes on being normal
How to wave and be nice
Or talk to a child
Or offer a hand or actually smile

Maybe I'll learn how to talk to people
Maybe I'll learn how to laugh
Maybe I'll end up just like my dad
But I just don't feel like a grown up yet

I stare out of my window and I count the days
Cause my life's so fucking pointless
I could talk and be nice or light up a joint
Or go be a friend, but what is the point?

Maybe I'll learn how to talk to people
Maybe I'll learn how to laugh
Maybe I'll end up just like my dad
But I just don't feel like a grown up yet
But I just don't feel like a grown up yet
But I just don't feel like a grown up yet
But I just don't feel like a grown up yet


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    General CommentAnd take notes on being normal*

    and:

    I could talk and be nice or light up a joint
    Or go be a friend but what is the point? *

    Aside from that, everything is fine. This song is weird and clearly about Zac's social awkwardness.
    MX5on October 30, 2011   Link
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    General CommentInteresting song. I can't imagine the person in the song feeling this way after so many months (years?) of communication; friendship; surviving strife; arguing; feelings of love; etc. I can understand it if the person is talking about others, but usually in life there is at least one person who knows us quite well and who loves us regardless of all the stupid shit we've done (reminds me of a song:). That's where I am lost...it makes little sense to me. And what's with that "normal" word. I have yet to meet even one "normal" person. Each of us is screwed up in one way or another. It's all about degrees and the ability to hide our issues. I can't hide mine (can't hide being obnoxious; boring; and fat:) Seems to me the person in the song has the "grass is always greener" take on life. The friggin' grass goes from green to brown to tan depending upon the season, and I happen to love the many shades of grass (and of imperfect man). As for offering a hand, people need to open up and allow others to offer them a hand every so often. This idea that we need to be an island to be strong is ludichrist. But this song is quite good, and now I must REALLY go to bed. I will be awakened by a sick child no later than 6 AM and he'll be wanting pancakes and bacon.
    spinachsaladon October 30, 2011   Link

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