Yeah, I get sick of being myself My immune system, good as it is It just can't fix that It's not exactly a physical illness I'm striking matches now Had a fun night dancing around familiar faces Hell, it almost felt like magic That I turned right into the person I wanted to be When I was seventeen Still don't know if that's a good thing But I know if he met me now He'd look up to me He has no idea On some nights, it still all means nothing