My friends they're all growing up

Think they realized that nothing's as good as it seems

While I try to live off of my dream

Sleeping off a headache from the night I had

Just to get away and pretend I'm free

From responsibilities

Oh I'll stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I'm too immature for that

I'm tired of the little things

Every little thing

I'll blame it on anxiety

Too many possibilities

While I count my days in coffee rings

A sucker for my sympathy

I'm stuck here now but I don't know why why I try

I could stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I'm too immature for that

You know I'll stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I'm too immature for that

I want love

But I don't

But I do

But I want just enough to say it

But maybe one day

I'll stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I'm too immature for that

You know that I'm too immature for that