Yeah!
This song's about how growing up has become synonymous, with being a boring, self-loathing, judgmental petty junkie!

For so long, I've been told, to give it up
To get a job is the dream, in a world I'm dreaming of
Maybe if I was more like you
I'd have a single thing to say
I could look forward to
I could look forward to

I'm not the same kid that I used to be
But I've still got the same philosophy
If growing up is giving in
Then count on me to count myself out
Yeah
If growing up is giving in
Then count on me to count myself out
Yeah

Getting sued by my friends
Taught me that I can't pretend
That I'm immune to the rules of!
Adulthood

I'd rather be a starving artist, than a wealthy critic
I'd rather be a space cadet, than bitter and jaded
Brain-dead and rewarded
But everyone else my age is
I'm not the same kid that I used to be
But I still got the same philosophy
If growing up is giving in
Then count on me to count myself out
Yeah
If growing up is giving in
Then count on me to count myself out
Yeah

I'm not the same kid
I'm not the same child
I might still be a prick
But at least I'm not a prick in denial

I wake up late just to miss the whole day
To this putrid spew I call a bedroom
Putting on clothes just to take them off
In a couple of hours, why the fuck do I bother?

I wake up late just to miss the whole day
To this putrid spew that I call a bedroom
Putting on clothes just to take them off
I'll ride this train, and hope it never stops

This is my god
This is my war
This is my god
This is my war
This is my god
This is my war
This is my god
This is my war
This is my god
This is my war