Why am I crying at the steering wheel
On a Tuesday morning?
Is it just my age?
Or am I really losing it?

Shopping for perspective on the internet
While all my friends are leaving
For business and politics
While I just stay the same

And I try my best to find something that I can hold onto
Do everything to make it feel like I’m not dying in my room

Wish I was fifteen daydreaming ‘bout life at seventeen
And who will I kiss, whose lips will make it feel like a movie scene
I didn’t see all of the tears, the fights, the hearts we had to break
Not like the movies, it’s not like the movies

I should stay inside for the rest of my life and tape my windows shut
I won’t have to see the violence that keeps messing with my head
No more, oh no more
I cannot take more of the headlines
Gotta throw away my phone

And I’m screaming at the sirens in the middle of the night
Oh the walls are coming closer, someone tell me it’s alright

Wish I was fifteen, daydreaming ‘bout life at seventeen
And who will I kiss, whose lips will make it feel like a movie scene
I didn’t see all of the tears, the fights, the hearts we had to break
Not like the movies, it’s not like the movies

I don’t know if I‘ll ever be
Somebody who I want to be
I don’t know if I‘ll ever be

Fifteen, daydreaming ‘bout life at seventeen
And who will I kiss, whose lips will make it feel like a movie scene
I didn’t see all of the tears, the fights, the hearts we had to break
Not like the movies, it’s not like the movies