Perhaps I'm growing up,
Learning to take responsibility; to stop ******* up,
Saying no, tonight I'll think I'll just go home,
Go to bed sober; go to bed alone,
And think for a while about who I'll grow to be,
Maybe there is an adult inside of me.

Perhaps with the new pills,
I can feel the pleasure; I can feel the thrills,
Without the anxiety
I can open up; I can be me,
And show the whole world who I will grow to be,
Maybe I can fit into society.

Perhaps my inner child died that night,
No resistance; no fight or flight,
No longer looking for thrills,
Still leaves me empty; still gives me chills,
And all that's left is an empty mold,
Ready, set, society take your hold.