(Verse 1)
I thought by now I'd have it figured out,
But the credits rolled a decade ago, no doubt.
My friends are getting married, buying new homes,
While I'm just here writing these pop-punk poems.
I still feel like I'm standing in the hall,
Waiting for someone to throw me the ball.
My biggest fear isn't missing a game,
It's forgetting my boss's middle name.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm still on the sidelines, trying to get in the game,
Same old story, just a different name.
I'm not a kid, but I'm not a man,
Just stuck in the middle, doing the best that I can.
I'm a little too old to be feeling so young,
And I'm a little too young for the songs that are sung
By all of the grown-ups who have their lives straight,
And I'm still over here, trying to get a date.
I'm still on the sidelines, trying to get a clue,
Just like I was back in '92.
(Verse 2)
The bills pile up and the caffeine's a must,
My parents ask, "What are you doing with your life?"
And I just smile, avoiding the strife.
My high school yearbook said I'd be a star,
But I'm still just trying to park my beat-up car.
I check my phone for a text that won't come,
My social life is officially numb.
I'm not a loser, I'm just a late bloomer,
A professional procrastinator, a part-time dreamer.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm still on the sidelines, trying to get in the game,
Same old story, just a different name.
I'm not a kid, but I'm not a man,
Just stuck in the middle, doing the best that I can.
I'm a little too old to be feeling so young,
And I'm a little too young for the songs that are sung
By all of the grown-ups who have their lives straight,
And I'm still over here, trying to get a date.
I'm still on the sidelines, trying to get a clue,
Just like I was back in '92.
(Outro)
Yeah, just like I was back in '92...
(Guitar feedback, quick, final drum hit)
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