Not Another Coming-of-Age Song by Melvin Burch Lyrics
[Verse 1]
SMS is so dry, Facebook is too kill
Twitter poppin’, but not for those either out of touch or too real
Memories be too faded, time flew and I graduated
Ended up back at dad’s house, gotta get a job or he’s aggravated
Agitated by applications; I ain’t got no XP
I ain’t got no girlfriend, I am so unsexy
Like, eff me, right? It’s the rhymin' Jonah Hill again
On my stupid island, arguing with Gilligan
Savage levels rising, losing my exuberance
Got a response from my crush, don’t know what to do with it
Not sure if I still care, not sure if I ever did
Bleeding cutaway to back in the day; I was better then
I was a family guy, I never teased Meg
I was a good son, listened to what Pete said
‘Cause I cared about his sake, now I take, hardly give
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna live
I...
[Hook]
I wanna feel the rain again
I wanna feel the sun again
I wanna feel pain again
I wanna have fun again
[x2]
I wanna feel the rain again
I wanna feel the sun again
I wanna feel pain again
I don’t wanna be numb again
[Verse 2]
Bones brittle, feelin' so fickle
Nowadays, I’m more Tom Riddle than Tom Pickles
Thought I was Chuckaroo
But I tied my shoes went outside, faced the world, and struggled through
To quote a guy, I’m more bored than scared
Holed up in my underwear, unprepared for this interview
I’d rather shrivel up or fade away
But that’s like eating one fry at a time at Steak ‘n Shake:
Not gonna happen; not even once like meth
I’m beyond stressed, losing context
Now I don’t have a clue
Won’t laugh at you, ‘cause I don’t think you do either
We’re all leaders at heart, but when’s the last time that we followed that?
Turning into safe adults with some collar tags
And now I feel the youth are starting to speak in tongues
Why do I feel 200 when I’m 20-freakin’-1?
[Hook]
[Breakdown]
SMS is so dry, Facebook is too kill
Twitter poppin’, but not for those either out of touch or too real
Memories be too faded, time flew and I graduated
Ended up back at dad’s house, gotta get a job or he’s aggravated
Agitated by applications; I ain’t got no XP
I ain’t got no girlfriend, I am so unsexy
Like, eff me, right? It’s the rhymin' Jonah Hill again
On my stupid island, arguing with Gilligan
Savage levels rising, losing my exuberance
Got a response from my crush, don’t know what to do with it
Not sure if I still care, not sure if I ever did
Bleeding cutaway to back in the day; I was better then
I was a family guy, I never teased Meg
I was a good son, listened to what Pete said
‘Cause I cared about his sake, now I take, hardly give
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna live
I...
[Hook]
I wanna feel the rain again
I wanna feel the sun again
I wanna feel pain again
I wanna have fun again
[x2]
I wanna feel the rain again
I wanna feel the sun again
I wanna feel pain again
I don’t wanna be numb again
[Verse 2]
Bones brittle, feelin' so fickle
Nowadays, I’m more Tom Riddle than Tom Pickles
Thought I was Chuckaroo
But I tied my shoes went outside, faced the world, and struggled through
To quote a guy, I’m more bored than scared
Holed up in my underwear, unprepared for this interview
I’d rather shrivel up or fade away
But that’s like eating one fry at a time at Steak ‘n Shake:
Not gonna happen; not even once like meth
I’m beyond stressed, losing context
Now I don’t have a clue
Won’t laugh at you, ‘cause I don’t think you do either
We’re all leaders at heart, but when’s the last time that we followed that?
Turning into safe adults with some collar tags
And now I feel the youth are starting to speak in tongues
Why do I feel 200 when I’m 20-freakin’-1?
[Hook]
[Breakdown]