My friends, they're all growing up
Think they realised that nothing's as good as it seems
While I try to live off of my dream
Sleeping off a headache
From the night I had just to get away and pretend I'm free
From responsibilities
Oh, I'll stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I'm tired of the little things
Every little thing, I'll blame it on anxiety
Too many possibilities
While I count my day in coffee rings
A sucker for my sympathy
I'm stacking out but I don't know why, why I try
I could stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know I'll stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I want love
But I don't, but I do
But I want just enough to say it
Oh, maybe one day
I'll stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know that I'm too immature for that
Think they realised that nothing's as good as it seems
While I try to live off of my dream
Sleeping off a headache
From the night I had just to get away and pretend I'm free
From responsibilities
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
Every little thing, I'll blame it on anxiety
Too many possibilities
While I count my day in coffee rings
A sucker for my sympathy
I'm stacking out but I don't know why, why I try
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know I'll stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
But I don't, but I do
But I want just enough to say it
Oh, maybe one day
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know that I'm too immature for that
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