I don't wanna grow old But the years of rec league are upon us I'll cut off my arms At the end of the month And arrange my name in alphabetical order You can come to my house If you can find something to talk about You don't need a play by play And you never catch the hints I throw out You can leave The doors the right there I'm not your hostage I'm sure aware I have so much in my fridge that I won't touch I'm on edge and never feel like quite enough I don't believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die Cuz I'm afraid to die I'm not running away They say I'm rising up I'll dip the cut in paint and try to wash away But it just festers up I'm not running away I'm just rising up It's just another day In a different town when I wake up and it's killing me Fuck your life Is it everything you wanted and more? Am I not everything you wanted and more? Is not everything you wanted? So I said Hold the phone I'm just trying to calm down In the folds Breathing in just to breathe out