I never wanted to fall in love because I always thought I'd die young
I never wanted to sing for fear of being unsung
I never wanted to watch my parents get old, because I know.

The paint is always peeling off my house when I visit it in my dreams
Its wooden voice and cold bones are the ceiling beams
I blame myself for letting it fall apart, because I know.

There is a beautiful girl lying in my bed, mascara on my pillow
And here I am with my troubles, a soundtrack of an old television show
I take my mind off of her words, because I know.

That's already my story
I could have been a better son
We're scared just like everyone else