Intro
Youre on your own, kid
You are

Verse 1
Make my way through the motions, I try to ignore it
But homes looking farther the closer I get
Dont know why I cant see the end
Is it over yet? Hmm
A short leash and a short fuse dont match
They tell me it aint that bad, now dont you overreact
So I just hold my breath, dont know why
I cant see the sun when young should be fun

Pre-Chorus
And I guess the bad can get better
Gotta be wrong before its right
Every happy phrase engraved in my mind
And Ive always been a go-getter
Theres truth in every word I write
But still the growing pains, growing pains
Theyre keeping me up at night

Chorus
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
And I cant hide cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey
And I cant hide cause growing pains are keeping me up at night

Verse 2
Try to mend whats left of my content incomprehension
As I take on the stress of the mess that Ive made
Don’t know if I even care for "grown" if its just alone, yeah

Pre-Chorus
And I guess the bad can get better
Gotta be wrong before its right
Every happy phrase engraved in my mind
Ive always been a go-getter
Theres truth in every word I write
But still the growing pains, growing pains
Theyre keeping me up at night

Chorus
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
And I cant hide cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey
And I cant hide cause growing pains are keeping me up at night

Bridge
Starting to look like Ms. Know-it-all
Cant take her own advice
Cant find pieces of my peace of mind
I cry more than Id like to admit
But I cant lie to myself, to anyone
Cause phoning it in isnt any fun
Cant run back to my youth the way I want to
The days my brother was quicker to fool
AM radio, not much to do
Used monsters as an excuse to lie awake
Now the monsters are the ones that I have to face
No band-aids for the growing pains