Days of the lost

I’m twenty-fuckin’-seven with a Hot Topic rewards card

Still sleeping on a mattress that’s on the front yard

My mom keeps texting “when you getting a real job?”

I’m shift lead at Taco Bell, respect the grind, mom

My ex got married, she’s got a house and a dog

I got a half-dead cactus and commitment issues, dog

I Venmo-requested my therapist for emotional support

She sent back “payment declined, please try a different sport”

Pre-Chorus

And everybody’s winning but me

But at least my Spotify Wrapped is elite

Chorus (gang vocals, everyone jumping)

Sing it like you mean it, we’re all broke and pretending

Credit score 520 but my playlist never-ending

We’re too old for this shit but too young to give up

So turn it up till the neighbors call the cops

Whoa-oh-oh, we’re a mess, it’s fine

Whoa-oh-oh, still crying to Blink-182 in 2025

If you’re barely alive, put your lighter in the sky

This one’s for the kids who never grew up right

Verse 2

My car’s making noises like it’s possessed by a ghost

Check engine light’s my emotional support glow

I told my date “I’m between careers right now”

Translation: I’m unemployed and figuring it out

I’m in the group chat sending memes instead of therapy

We’re all just trauma-dumping in 240 characters, see?

My Hinge prompt says “looking for someone to split rent”

Got 99 problems and 98 are student debt

Pre-Chorus

Yeah I’m thriving (I’m surviving on spite and cold brew)

But at least I look good in my breakdown tattoo

Chorus (even bigger)

Sing it like you mean it, we’re all broke and pretending

Overdraft fees hit harder than your ex ever did

We’re screaming in the parking lot at 2 a.m. again

‘Cause growing up is just trauma with a 401k plan

Whoa-oh-oh, we’re a mess, it’s fine

Whoa-oh-oh, still wearing skinny jeans in 2025

If you’ve ever cried in a Drive-Thru, this one’s for you

We’re the kings and queens of almost making it through

Bridge (half-time, crowd clapping, then explodes)

I don’t wanna grow up, I wanna stay sixteen

With a fake ID and a Warped Tour dream

But the real world hits like a pop punk breakdown

So we mosh through the pain till we all fall down

Final Chorus (absolute chaos, double-time drums)

Scream it like you mean it, we’re all fucking dying

But at least we’ve got these songs instead of trying

Tattooed hearts, empty wallets, same old story

Still singing “Dear Maria” like it’s mandatory

Whoa-oh-oh, we’re a mess, best friends

Whoa-oh-oh, this song never ends

If you’re still here, you’re one of us now

Pop punk forever, motherfucker, take a bow!

Outro (everyone shouting)

We never grew up…

We just got better at pretending!