Peaked In High School Songtext
Sometimes I get scared that I might’ve peaked in high school
Cause life has really thrown me round since then
Got a job and quit cause it turns out I'm not quite built for it
Losing touch with all my so called friends
Where do I go from here
And why can't I just fall in line
Or disappear
Hate that I’m still searching for something better
Cause life has really thrown me round since then
Got a job and quit cause it turns out I'm not quite built for it
Losing touch with all my so called friends
Where do I go from here
And why can't I just fall in line
Or disappear
Hate that I’m still searching for something better
Will I ever be content
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing
If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Sometimes I get scared that I’ll never see my Dad again
Cause heaven seems like such a made up thing
People die and people cry it sucks when you get left behind
So I smoke up just to forget the pain
Where do I go from here
And why can't I just fall in line
Or disappear
Hate that I’m still searching for something better
Will I ever be content
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Feels like I am torn in two
When these thoughts hit out of the blue
And I know that it’s nothing new
But what the fuck am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
Will I ever be content
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing
If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Feels like I am torn in two
When these thoughts hit out of the blue
And I know that it’s nothing new
But what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing
If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Sometimes I get scared that I’ll never see my Dad again
Cause heaven seems like such a made up thing
People die and people cry it sucks when you get left behind
So I smoke up just to forget the pain
Where do I go from here
And why can't I just fall in line
Or disappear
Hate that I’m still searching for something better
Will I ever be content
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Feels like I am torn in two
When these thoughts hit out of the blue
And I know that it’s nothing new
But what the fuck am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to do
Will I ever be content
Will I ever feel like something is so great that I would like to make it permanent
What’s the point of existing
If we don’t make it interesting
Who am I to say this shit
To you I’m so irrelevant
Feels like I am torn in two
When these thoughts hit out of the blue
And I know that it’s nothing new
But what the fuck am I supposed to do?
