You're not Salinger. Get over It. - The Wonder Years

We’re finding out some scummy fuck, just threw it in a 15 year old

I mean come on man, is that the life you want?

And they’re tearing up these dead end blocks

Revealing all the shit we wished we forgot

In the shadow of this careless urban sprawl

My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside

(My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside)

My friends and I we’re all fucked on the inside

But we don’t let it run our lives

(One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs

From second hand smoke in all night restaurants

(They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done

Cause we’re getting out

We’re fucking gone

Caustic suburban sense of humor’s gotten me in trouble

More than a few times

We’re singing «Lucky» by Little League and

Fucking up until we get this right

Just 'cause we’re down, doesn’t mean we’ve gotta stay there

This fucking town is like a ship gone under water

And we’ll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor

We’d get swallowed here

(One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs

From second hand smoke in all night restaurants

(They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done

Cause we’re getting out

We’re fucking gone

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up and we’ll drown a little slower hey

So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey

So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey

So chin up, so chin up, drown a little slower hey

So chin up, so chin up

Cause I’m bad at staying calm

And I know this town’s a time bomb

And we’ve been dragging our feet too long, too long

We’ve been sinking all along

And we’re gone, we’re gone, and we’re gone

(One day) I’ll cough all of this shit out of my lungs

From second hand smoke in all night restaurants

(They'll be) Up in arms over all the shit we’ve done

Cause we’re getting out…