I know you'll be around
short sighted and undecided
and you'll know where I'll be found
Another day, smoking cigarettes
Apathetic, just plain pathethic
Feels like the day we first met
We're not growing up
And it's just my luck
And I'm broke and standing here again.
And we're not growing up
And it's just my luck
source: Songteksten.nl
Language: english
Mood: Rousing
Style: Alternative/Indie Rock; Third Wave Ska Revival