You're hiding away in the guest room

You're locking yourself up to get your hair right

We don't need to argue, 'cause it's becoming a habit

When you do what you do with your crude little tools

But you ain't gonna put the pieces back together

I'm throwing away my diploma

I'm emptying all of my bank accounts

Got nothing to lose 'cause you know that I've already lost it

WellI don't really know if I'm young or I'm old

'Cause I'm living in sin, but I'm still pretty proud of it

And you know everyone grows old

And everyone wants to be somebody just like you

I'm trying to become successful

I'm not really sure where or when to start

I know what I'm worth 'cause I'm working part time for a paycheck

Well I might just end up serving drinks in a cup

But I've still got my pride, yeah I've still got my dignity

I'm breaking my back on the pavement

Dressing like all of the kids I loathe

I'm telling you lies like, I didn't grow up in the suburbs

It's a qualified life at the edge of the knife

And the afterlife's filled with folks just like you

And you know, everyone grows old

And everyone wants to be somebody just like you

Just like you

Just like you

Just like you