We are young, we are hopeful, and we buy things when we can,
and we're afraid...afraid of the future,
but we're in love with the past.
We think The Good Things never seem to last.
We have cars and friends, addictions, and rent checks.
and This time every year, I see new faces around here,
and I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the things they're gonna see...
but I'm too tired to care about the way things used to be,
and too worried to wonder where my choices will lead.
I spend half my time complaining, and the other half asleep,
or sitting quiet in my room with my TV
and at this time next year, I will not be living here,
but I can't fight feeling like I'm going home too soon.
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