[ Featuring OurVinyl ]
My friends, they're all growing up
Think they realized that nothing's as good as it seems
While I try to live off of my dream
Sleeping off a headache from the night I had
Just to get away and pretend I'm free
From responsibility
I could stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I'm tired of the little things
Every little thing
I'll blame it on anxiety
Too many possibilities
While I count my days in coffee rings
A sucker for my sympathy
I'm stuck here now but I don't know why, why I try
I could stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
I want love
But I don't
But I do
But I won't just enough to say it
But maybe one day
I could stop making excuses
And start making it better
But I'm too immature for that
You know that
I'm too immature for that
