Smiling on a swing
When you were a kid
World in your palm
Tying up the string on your shoes
That lit up when you would run

Now here you are
People adore you
But when you call
Your friends ignore you
When will you learn that you
Got what you wanted
Yeah you can make it big but it won't fix your problems
It's getting worse, your paranoia
Used to call your mom but now you call your lawyer
You call it home but it's just a hotel foyer
You got a lot of baggage
You're such a self-destroyer

High school was a bitch
Boyfriend was a dick
You hated the prom
And you thought that you could fix all the shit
They did by proving them wrong

Now here you are
People adore you
But when you call
Your friends ignore you
When will you learn that you
Got what you wanted
Yeah, you can make it big but it won't fix your problems
It's getting worse, your paranoia
Used to call your mom but now you call your lawyer
You call it home but it's just a hotel foyer
You got a lot of baggage
You're such a self-destroyer

I'll do everything
That I wanted and probably more
And they say time can heal a broken heart
But I think that mine is more broken than it was before

Now here I am
Strangers adore me
Not what I thought it would be when I was 14
Wish I knew back then, wish someone would have told me
I don't have to be lonely in order to be happy
Hope when I'm old, I'll finally know me
I'll have a home, maybe a family
Writing this song sitting in a hotel foyer
Will only make it worse
God, I'm such a self-destroyer
Before you know it, you're gone