There are some people in my life who've got it bad and there are some who've got it worse but they don't mind.
So when my alarm clock rings at 7:30 in the morning, I think of these certain people and I don't whine.
Why can't we see the best in everything?
I wanna go back when I would listen to Weezer and scream every day until my throat hurt driving around in my grandma's car.
But now my life's gotten so serious, where am I going to college?
Who will I live with?
I pray to God my lungs aren't filled up with tar, but they probably are.
So why can't we see the best in everything?
And why can't I do something with my life?
So tell me right this instant if I'm doing something wrong,
I'm tired of writing how I feel inside of songs.
and I told my dad yesterday that he was right all along and I'm sorry that it took so long.
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr