The Musical

[Verse 1]

When I turned eighteen, I planned on nothing less than

Total reinvention, so I started growing my hair out long

Growing my hair out long

Now one year later, I can feel my commitment wavering

Just wanna prove I can pull through on something

Pull through on anything, oh

[Verse 2]

Then I'll hit twenty, holding steady

Screaming high school songs in the back of the car park

Can't hit the high notes, but I'm learning to

Sit better in my flaws, and in ten years

Our adolescent heartache won't mean a thing

But until then, we'll keep the choir singing, oh

[Verse 3]

To the tune of every song we sung when we were seventeen

I'd like to say I'm more poetic now

But most of my songs are still about a girl

Who probably doesn't think of me, and honestly

Why should she? Oh, why should she?

Why should she? Oh

[Verse 4]

Now, I'm responsible for all my actions

All these flawed chain reactions in my brain

Probably won't go away, so I'll just move on to better days

Better headaches, and better headaches, oh

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]

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