[Verse 1]
I can’t understand why I’m feeling sick
So how am I supposed to understand all the advice they try to make me deal with
Said Im tired of ruining my lungs
I guess to them it’s all fine
Im thinking that this sucks
My dads not getting young
I think that I should grow up

It takes way too long to try to get my nerves to calmly sit
Dreaming of a coma induced by stress and petty distances
Tell Matt[?] how it really is
Like how could you be into this shit?
And I’ve learned the hardest way that it’s about just taking the risk

And when Im fifty four, I hope that Im forgotten more
And when you’re fifty five, I hope I’ll be on timе[?]

And I despise [?]
I hate my parеnts[?], I hate it
We let it kill us
When will we listen?
When will we?