Don´t you be unkind
I´m just trying to find a way to cope with my mind
Feels like there´s ten voices screaming
Feels kinda depleting, a little defeating

And don´t you be unkind

And hold on to this wheel
´Cause I swear I´ll wreck this car
I´m not sure how I feel
And things have already gone too far
And I won´t try to lie, haven´t been satisfied since junior high
And fuck growing old, I´ll be young ´til the day I die

´Cause no one makes it out alive
´Cause no one makes it out alive
But don´t you walk away
´Cause I haven´t finished my sentence
There´s still so much left to say
But you don´t know how I´m feeling
Trying to reason with demons

There´s still so much left to say

And hold on to this wheel
´Cause I swear I´ll wreck this car
I´m not sure how I feel
And things have already gone too far
And I won´t try to lie, haven´t been satisfied since junior high
And I´ll say, "Fuck growing old", I´ll be young ´til the day I die

´Cause no one makes it out alive
´Cause no one makes it out alive
´Cause no one makes it out alive
´Cause no one makes it out alive
Makes it out alive