(Dude, what?)
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If it's too late for me to change then I'm sorry
Guess I'll grow up inside my casket underneath
Of a planet I'll buy with all my music money
What's the exchange rate for 100,000 streams?
It's about twenty dollars
I'm drunk, I'll probably call her
Father's least favorite daughter
Probably 'cause he hates all the songs I taught her
And I bought her
Hair dye that looks so awful
I think it makes her hotter
And now I can't see her 'till I get a job
Whoa
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Alone
We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it
A show
I'll entertain and pray to never change a note
I don't think I can grow up
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Heard your parents are gone, went upstate for the summer
And you're taking some business classes in the evening
Can I see you exactly how I saw you
In my Neck Deep t-shirt with nothing underneath?
Your house is open, copy
Perfect, let's throw a party
And invite everybody
Can my band play cause we have merch and I ran out of money?
I swear our jokes are funny
I got new songs, they're lovely
And we don't suck as much as we used to
Whoa
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Alone
We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it
A show
I'll entertain and pray to never change a note
I don't think I can grow up
What're we gonna do?
The question isn't "what are we going to do?"
The question is "what aren't we going to do?"
If you had access to a car like this
Would you take it back right away?
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Neither would I
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Whoa
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Alone
We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it
A show
I'll entertain and pray to never change a note
I don't think I can grow up
Whoa
Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so
Alone
We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it
A show
I'll entertain and pray to never change a note
I don't think I can grow up