Simpler Days

imitation marred by frustration as I dig my sins right in my skin there's no argument with this hollow point being subordinate with your hollow voice no thoughts of your own you're just a bunch of fakes you're just a bunch of snakes you make up your own past as you lie there in the grass giving into peer pressure no thoughts of your own no thoughts of your own knick-knack paddy-whack give-a-dog-a-bone you have no place to call your home you make up your own past coiled up to strike in the grass-- giving into peer pressure no thoughts of your own no thoughts of your own knick-knack paddy-whack give-a-dog-a-bone you have no place to call your home OOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAA you're just a bunch of counterfeits (counterfeits) acting cool by getting blitzed (getting blitzed) you make up your life you tell all these lies just for fear of being ostracized you're just a bunch of counterfeits (counterfeits) acting cool by getting blitzed (getting blitzed) you make up your life you tell all these lies just for fear of being ostracized If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young? God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs. mind is aging with the rest of me, more adversity to overcome, this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk. yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! [singing] [clean vocals] If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young? (die young) God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs. (my lungs) mind is aging with me, more adversity to overcome, (overcome) this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk. (over thunk) take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days at the mall with all my friends, at the park with other kids, swinging on the swings, and sliding on the slides, but now I'm pushing paper, grinding life, in this daily 9 to 5. but now I'm pushing paper, grinding life, in this daily 9 to 5. I know that It'll be like this everyday until we dieeeee. take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young? God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs. mind is aging with the rest of me, more adversity to overcome, this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk. take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days take me back to-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days-the simpler days