Don't you want a little more time to be who you want to be And don't you know to get to the top you've got to know the bottom Every little thorn is something to take to make in to something else Don't you feel a little less comfortable now you know It's your own hand holding the gun to your head Why not dare to grow up instead Aim a little higher
Now I don't know what the hell to say You've lived like this before, it's the same I don't care anymore, life is perfect 'Cause now i'm done with you I'm jumping ship, you can get on without me
Count your crowns Victory to waste my time is yours again If you wait around Someone might come to help, but don't forget It's your own hand holding the gun to your head Why not dare to grow up instead Aim a little higher