So carve your apologies in your wrists
Let the guilt drip from your fingertips
I'm on to you, we're on to you
Now wear this excuse around your neck
I'll kick the chair out from your legs
these backs are made for stabbing by hit the lights
with a lack of self esteem
i walked into my teens
and 6 years later im still frustrated
im still not how i want to be
and now it all comes down to
am i treating you right?
I keep telling myself just grow up
But it's so easy to say and so much harder to do
I hear it each and every day just grow up
It's the only thing left to do