Growing Pains

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