We all have our vices
We all have our fights
We all have our habits that make us think twice
We all have our lifeless high-crisis disguises
We all have the rabbit holes we try to hide in
Take a look in my mind
I feel you starting to fall
I'm sorry all of the time
I don't want to be here anymore
Honest I still feel like fifteen
I should get on this
But I'm still stuck in the in between (of)
Who I was and who I want to be
It's not enough to lay here dormant
Honest I still feel like fifteen
Second guessing where I lay my head
I've been living in the pastures green
Wishing for "better things"
It's no confession that I wish I was dead
I've sang this song about a thousand times
I need a better rhyme
I'd really love to go and take her hand
But I can't
I'd really love to go and start a family
Why can't I get passed this misery
Why can't I place my faith in history
Somebody save me
I'm fifteen