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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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