I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of 19 Floating around in alcohol and apathy Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine If we make it out of here alive Just say you won't look back to see Just who we left behind
*We're all doing just fine We were always the ones laughing last We were never the ones looking back We were always the ones to say that We're all doing just fine*
I used to be a stereotype Someone you'd never recognize With fingers so yellow That it matched the yellow skies And there was a few things I memorized From all those blurry times Like bottles clinking under blinking signs And a few last words from lost friend of mine
If we make it out of here alive Just say you won't look back to see Just who we left behind
*We're all doing just fine We were always the ones laughing last We were never the ones looking back We were always the ones to say that We're all going just fine*
