Good Riddance to Good Advice

I'm trying man I really am
 Summer's up, it's 4am
 And the lights are dim again
 and I'm sick of waiting
 and taking bad advice
 through the lens of blood shot eyes
 and all the smelling salts and compromise couldn't hold me back from saying my goodbyes
 Never compromised
 Say goodbye
 to the starting line and thinking twice
 say goodnight
 and god riddance to all your good advice
 and I'm not asking for someone to hold my hand
 and growing up, that's just not part of the plan
 I'm getting out I'm getting up
 I never know when I've had enough
 I'll bottom out so bottom's up
 and it's all too much
 I'm burning up my lungs
 belting out my stupid songs
 drawing blanks on all my right or wrongs
 I can't believe it, I never thought it'd take this long
 I'll never shut my mouth
 I'll never figure it out
 I'm fucking up and falling down
 I'll never turn it around
 I'm never catching breaks
 Always making mistakes
 I'm at the end of my rope, and I bend and I break
 but I know that I'll be better off fucking it up and sleeping it off
 and I'm never playing it safe, because then I know that things will never change
 Say goodbye
 to the ego death and party lines
 the parking lot
 the suit and tie
 to living lies and leaving alibis
 And I'm not asking for someone to hold my hand
 I guess it's not part of the plan
 I'm saying my goodbyes
 and "wouldn't it be nice"
 goodbye to all your good advice