You’re not Salinger. Get over It.

We're finding out some scummy fuck just threw it in a fifteen year old
 I mean come on, man, is that the life you want?
 They're tearing up these dead-end blocks
 Revealing all the shit we wish we forgot
 In the shadow of this careless urban sprawl
 My friends and I, we're all fucked on the inside
 (My friends and I, we're all fucked on the inside)
 My friends and I, we're all fucked on the inside
 But we don't let it run our lives
 One day, I'll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
 From second hand smoking at all night restaurants
 And they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
 Because we're getting out, we're fucking gone
 This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times
 We're singing "Lucky" by Little League, fucking up until we get this right
 Just cause we're down, doesn't mean we've gotta stay there
 This fucking town is like a ship gone underwater
 And we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor
 We'd get swallowed here
 One day, I'll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
 From second hand smoking at all night restaurants
 And they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
 Because we're getting out, we're fucking gone
 (So chin up and we'll drown a little slower hey) [x12]
 'Cause I'm bad at staying calm, and I know this town's a time bomb
 And we've been dragging our feet too long, too long
 We've been sinking all along
 One day, I'll cough all of this shit out of my lungs
 From second hand smoking at all night restaurants
 And they'll be up in arms over all the shit we've done
 Because we're getting out