[Intro]
I haven't been in love since I was 14, back then lots of magic
Now it's just a checklist of the things I hate in all my exes
Trust me I know that I'm too old to identify with Holden
But lately, I'm feeling everyone is
Just a bunch of fucking phonies

[Refrain]
"Pictures, and money, opinions of something
Offended, upset 'cause you can't find your identity"

[Verse 2]
While we're all out struggling
To find our own individuality
Yeah, I'm still out struggling
To find the love I thought we once had

[Refrain]
"Yelling at you 'cause I saw you talking to your ex-boy
In the parking-lot of Me-N-Eds
Never picking up your phone calls when I'm at the park
Drinking 4 Lokos with my friends"

[Chorus]
And maybe it's not magic
I just miss when my life felt more like a movie
And I've got all these habits
I just miss when I could be happy sober
[Verse 2]
I was on a path to work "white collar jobs"
On the side, I'd play in Bakersfield's Orchestra
I got mesmerized by Tattooed Vagabonds
Playing basement shows at Jerry's Pizza

[Refrain]
Now I'm on a path to hell, is it too late?
I was mesmerized by strings when I was eight
Now I wait in line at Kaiser for "White Collar" men
To see the "Tattooed Vagabond" who's heart can't mend

[Chorus]
And maybe it's not magic
I just miss when my life felt more like a movie
And I've got all these habits
I just miss when I could be happy sober