From time to time I stress my nervous mind
Over the graceless things I've done
From when I said the wrong words or did the wrong thing
Or got too drunk and couldn't say my own name
The list goes on way longer than I'd like
I've walked on limbs they've broke a thousand times
Though rejection isn't something I like to keep on my mind
But it happens on occasion, no equation, my mind's vacant
I can't seem to understand the reasons why
When you're eighteen
You stress your mind over the small things
Low on dopamine and self esteem, you just can't find out who you want to be
When you're eighteen
Another year, a thousand more mistakes
Of acting adolescent and staying up way too late
Dizzy heads make bad decisions
But Jim Beam helps out my linguistics
I think that I'm catching on this trend
Certainly sure enough it's figured out
I got Philosophies of a fried-brained drunken burnout
I get bad at walking but good at talking
Then bad at talking and good at falling
Finding ways to coast on through my life
When you're nineteen
You think you're wise enough to be free
Wasting dopamine on green and thinking 'bout the person you should grow to be
When you're nineteen
When you're twenty
You realize you've been living lazy
Burning dopamine instead of finding out just who you really want to be
When you're twenty
