I've been failing since age nine
Every moment feel dumb
I'm destined For nothing good at all

Through town, outside bike riding
Dump truck-late for back ped'ling
Ten years old and I smelled like trash cans

Well next year selling lemonade
Not one dime that I had made
It's my fate, cannot do much at all

Well I'm not much closer now
Than I ever was
Grow up

High School, it's Freshmen year
but This fool, blowing off homework, sleep through
Can't pull it off at all

Oh I'm hosed Can't even fake it
This close, B in English Lit
Answers on the tip of my tongue

Well I'm not much closer than
I will ever be
Grow Up

I think that its so bizarre

History

Well I'm not much closer than I have ever been

Grow Up

I can thank my lazy butt

Say hey thanks

I'm now failing in my prime
Dead End jobs come and go
I'm destined to be the butt of comic jokes

I'm stuck
Not smart or stupid
Good luck
I need more than that
If I'm climbing from this rat race at all

Grow Up
You best stop telling me that