I can't count the days Waiting on a time or a place to change It's actually fucked, I'm keeping pace Fifty three complaints I'm ill-equipped to face If this is playing grown up Hold my hair back as I throw up Under sheets with all my toes up, wasting away 'Cause Every day's the same When you get home from work I'll try to keep you entertained And I know we're both so far from sane Picking fights to let you know I'm glad you came If this is playing grown up Hold my hair back as I throw up Under sheets with all my toes up, wasting away I can't count the days Waiting on a time or a place to change I cannot help you, I never wanted to I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to I cannot help you, I never wanted to I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to I cannot help you, I never wanted to I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to