I turned 19 three months back And I still can't fathom how to act 'Cause this adult shit's kinda whack I'd rather lay inside and read And treat my life like a weekend And all my friends will slowly Move away and change And I'll be left here feeling strange With all my comrades out of range For me to reach It seems so odd to have to Redesign yourself 'Cause you're so much of someone else That they feel like it's unhealthy But I guess it's part of life To surrender what you like In favor of the things you have to do And there's so much I have to do These days These days I'm turning 18 in a month Going off to art school is coming up And I'm scared for what's going to happen I'm going through a breakup And I only cope with things I shouldn't I get myself into trouble too much Lately All my friends are anarchists And I don't know what I think Things are too complicated And the world is full of shit My inner pessimist is out Full of anxiety and doubt I'm not ready for what's next