My Life Is Average

Well I suppose it's time I did something with my life.
I spent the last 5 years telling myself that everything will work out fine.
And it won't be long before my friends agree,
they're sick of spending all their fucking money on me.
All these excuses don't prove that I'm useless,
'cause deep down the truth is I'm just too lazy to try.

There's a place I've found that I can call my home.
Being pennyless and out of luck with a guitar and a microphone,
and even though it appears that we've been making progress,
I still fear that we've done nothing but regress.

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home,
and the people I've spent most my life with, it seems I've never known,
and I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love,
and I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am, with growing up.

Old friends become acquaintances,
and all thats left are places and memories,
of late night conversations.
About growing up and staying close,
and never giving up on those,
dreams that we all know won't materialise.

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home,
and the people I've spent most my life with, it seems I've never known,
and I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love,
and I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am, with growing up, with growing up.

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
and the people I've spent most my life with, it seems I've never known
and I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
and I'm not quite sure.

The surroundings that I hate so much have grown to feel like home
and the people I've spent most my life with, it seems I've never known
and I've forgotten all the words to every song I used to love
and I'm not quite sure how comfortable I am, with growing up, with growing up, with growing up.