I'm getting sick of how each day starts Twisted sheets and broken hearts Early morning sky, clear as gin No one gives up but we all give in And I know, it's in my soul I'm lying to myself, saying I don't care, I don't care no more Let's go real far We can drive to the coast We can sleep in the car Reminiscing of my dreams When I was sixteen, when I was sixteen Old hands, old bags Never want none of that Never sleep, never rise God I hate doing that I hate doing that I hate doing that But I don't own that car no more She don't talk to me and so I'm so sick and cold And I still haven't grown Oh, I don't know what I think but I hope I'm gonna know My voice cracks like ice And I go blind when I see light And I'm so sick and cold And I still haven't grown Oh, I don't know what I think but I hope I'm gonna know