My friends, they are growing up I think they realise That nothing is as good as it seems While I try to live off of my dream Sleeping off a headache From the night I had just to get away And pretend I'm free from responsabilities Oh, stop making excuses And start making it better But I'm too immature for that I'm tired of the little things Every little thing, I'll blame it on anxiety Too many possibilities While I count my days and coffee rings A sucker for my sympathy I'm stucking out but I don't know why Why I try I could stop making excuses And start making it better But I'm too immature for that You know I'll stop making excuses And start making it better But I'm too immature for that I want love but I don't, but I do But I want just enough to say it But maybe one day I'll Stop making excuses And start making it better But I'm too immature for that You know that I'm too immature for that