Miss the Days

Oh, the bar wants to have a word with me

Order one more and it won't let me leave

I'm staring down the bottle of make believe

I'm trying to escape this brutality

Of self loathing and trying to make amends

It's not easy being in my own skin

I miss the days of hanging with my friends

Writing postcards to our parents

I just want you to know

That I'm not growing old

High school graduations and 1-0-1's

Smoking pot in my dorm room and having fun

Getting married and trying to make some kids

Only to find out that relationships end

Picking up the pieces and starting again

Making a living until I break and not bend

It's fun to look back but not a ton

It just reminds me that life is almost done

I just want you to know

That I'm not growing old

Frankly I'm getting sick of it all

Not living up to standards and answering the call

You all need the reminder that it's my happiness

So take your doubt and you know what to kiss

That's really all I've got to say

Doing my best each and every day

Now its your turn to ride your ride

Figure it out and live your life

I just want you to know

That I'm not growing old