I'm getting sick of how each day starts
Twisted sheets and broken hearts
Early morning sky, clear as gin
No one gives up but we all give in

And I know, it's in my soul
I'm lying to myself, saying
I don't care, I don't care no more

Let's go real far
We can drive to the coast
We can sleep in the car
Reminiscing of my dreams
When I was sixteen, when I was sixteen

Old hands, old bags
Never want none of that
Never sleep, never rise
God I hate doing that
I hate doing that
I hate doing that

But I don't own that car no more
She don't talk to me and so
I'm so sick and cold
And I still haven't grown
Oh, I don't know what I think but I hope
I'm gonna know
My voice cracks like ice
And I go blind when I see light
And I'm so sick and cold
And I still haven't grown
Oh, I don't know what I think but I hope
I'm gonna know