Immature

My friends, they're all growing up
 Think they realized that nothing's as good as it seems
 While I try to live off of my dream
 Sleeping off a headache from the night I had
 Just to get away and pretend I'm free
 From responsibilities
 Oh, I'll stop making excuses
 And start making it better
 But I'm too immature for that
 I'm tired of the little things
 Every little thing
 I'll blame it on anxiety
 Too many possibilities
 While I count my day in coffee rings
 A sucker for my sympathy
 I'm stuck here now but I don't know why, and why I try
 I could stop making excuses
 And start making it better
 But I'm too immature for that
 You know I'll stop making excuses
 And start making it better
 But I'm too immature for that
 I want love
 But I don't, but I do
 But I want just enough to say it
 But maybe one day
 I'll stop making excuses
 And start making it better
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 But I'm too immature for that
 You know that I'm too immature for that