Texty: Deaf Havana. My Life Is Average.

Well I suppose it's time I did something with my life
I've spent the last five years telling myself that everything will work out fine
And it won't be long until my friends agree
They're sick of spending all their fucking money on me
All these excuses don't prove that I'm useless
Cause deep down the truth is I'm just too lazy to try

There's a place I've found that I can call my home
Being pennyless and out of luck with a guitar and a microphone
And even though it appear that we've been making progress
I still fear that we've done nothing but regress

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
And the people that I've spent most my life with it seems I've never known
And I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
And I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am with growing up

Old friends become acquaintances
And all that's left are places and memories of late night conversations
About growing up and staying close
And never giving up on those dreams that we all know won't materialise

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
And the people that I've spent most my life with it seems I've never known
And I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
And I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am with growing up

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
The people that I've spent most my life with it seems I've never known
And I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
And I'm not quite sure

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
And the people that I've spent most my life with it seems I've never known
And I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
And I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am
With growing up, with growing up, with growing up.