Yeah! This song's about how growing up has become synonymous, with being a boring, self-loathing, judgmental petty junkie! For so long, I've been told, to give it up To get a job is the dream, in a world I'm dreaming of Maybe if I was more like you, I'd have a single thing to say I could look forward to I could look forward to I'm not the same kid that I used to be But I've still got the same philosophy If growing up is giving in Then count on me to count myself out Yeah If growing up is giving in Then count on me to count myself out Yeah Getting sued by my friends Taught me that I can't pretend That I'm immune to the rules of! Adulthood I'd rather be a starving artist, than a wealthy critic I'd rather be a space cadet, than bitter and jaded Brain-dead and rewarded But everyone else my age is I'm not the same kid that I used to be But I still got the same philosophy If growing up is giving in Then count on me to count myself out Yeah If growing up is giving in Then count on me to count myself out Yeah I'm not the same kid I'm not the same child I might still be a prick But at least I'm not a prick in denial I wake up late just to miss the whole day To this putrid spew I call a bedroom Putting on clothes just to take them off In a couple of hours, why the fuck do I bother? I wake up late just to miss the whole day To this putrid spew that I call a bedroom Putting on clothes just to take them off I'll ride this train, and hope it never stops This is my god This is my war This is my god This is my war This is my god This is my war This is my god This is my war This is my god This is my war