Tears / Beers / Fears

I get embarrassed
Talking punk rock with my parents
Everybody’s having kids
I’m still ripping basement gigs
This stopped being cute
After I turned twenty-two
Oh my God, my dreams are dumb
I’m way too old to act so young
Will this be fun when I’m forty-one
Oh my God, here it comes
Hell yeah I’m scared
Of my choice between two nightmares
At my desk or on the road
Either way I’ll die alone
'Cause
I don’t wanna be forty
Singing songs about getting drunk at prom
I don’t wanna be forty
With a weird relationship with my Dad and Mom
I don’t wanna be forty
With the only way to express my feelings
Is through shitty four-chord pop-punk songs
But
I don’t wanna be forty
Saying what the hell am I doing at my job
I don’t wanna be forty
With the HOA when I’m mowing my lawn
I don’t wanna be forty
Feeling like I never got to do
A goddamn thing I want
But
I don’t wanna be forty
Singing songs about getting drunk at prom
I don’t wanna be forty
With a weird relationship with my Dad and Mom
I don’t wanna be forty
With the only way to express my feelings
Is through shitty four-chord pop-punk songs
But
I don’t wanna be forty
Saying what the hell am I doing at my job
I don’t wanna be forty
With the HOA when I’m mowing my lawn
I don’t wanna be forty
Standing on my boat
And screaming at the top of my lungs
That I never got to do anything I want
I never got to do anything I want
I never got to do anything I want
I never got to do anything I want