I always looked up to the ones who walked away Choosing themselves over preset ways Of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for Always knew I never could have walked away myself My self worth was beyond any help And I didn't care to test it against the rejection I had seen before But those I loved so much, they got caught in the game. Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability, They're always there on time We're never satisfied like junkies running dry. This wonderful generosity A third of our lives to do what we please Doesn't look that great to me, in fact it doesn't even look fair. They call it youthful idealism And even I would have to agree with them Except some of us grow up and it's still there. (Chorus) I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go... But now I'm workin' just like everyone else, But I'll get outta here