Almost Dead

I'm missing summer vacation I miss when weekends were weekends I miss when my biggest worry Was a book report Now, I got rent, and it's late, yeah I'm scared, my memory fading I'm up at 3 A.M. on WebMD And I swear I'm dying Think I've had more than enough The stress of being grown up Is killing me, I Wanna hit rewind Not really feeling my age The responsibilities Are pulling me down How am I supposed to breathe now Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Where's the fucking rewind I still like certain adult things Like late nights with no strings And Bloody Marys on Mondays When I should be working But I'm only drinking them for the taste now 'Cause they no longer make hangovers go away now And I just feel like shit all day now Think I've had more than enough The stress of being grown up Is killing me, I Wanna hit rewind Not really feeling my age The responsibilities Are pulling me down How am I supposed to breathe now Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Where's the fucking rewind Why did I spend 2 years learning calculus and I still don't know how to do my taxes Tell me what the point of that is Everything's getting more and more expensive but my income ain't going up I miss playing handball against the wall but now I gotta protest against it I do like grown up lunchables though, damn delicious Who's down for some charcuterie Think I've had more than enough The stress of being grown up Is killing me, I Wanna hit rewind Not really feeling my age The responsibilities Are pulling me down How am I supposed to breathe now Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na want my childhood back Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Where's the fucking rewind Where's the fucking rewind Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na-na Where's the fucking rewind Game over