Sit and listen to someone else, tell you how they've been hurt
Feel a bit less singled out, knowing that someone else has had it worse
All alone in an empty house, turned up too loud in stereo
Feel a bit less inside out, the moment that you know
Nothing is about you, though you write it down, try to make it true
Time creeps on around you, you can't slow it down, so you just speed through
Growing up in a small town in eastern Ohio
Wishing someone would come by and worry about you
It's not all that bad, but sometimes you get sad
And you wish you knew more about that
Then she showed up and made everything different
Staying up late after all your other friends left
You've been making so many improvements, it makes sense that
Someone would start to notice it
You figure no bad luck can be all bad
No good luck can stay like that
So let's burn through this while there's the chance that
Some of it will stick with us
But nothing will stick with you
Though you focus on the important stuff
Time moves on without you, you can't make it stop, so you speed it up
Getting older in a small town in eastern Ohio
Wishing someone here now would still be here tomorrow
It's not all that bad, but sometimes you get sad, and you wish you knew more about that
It's not all that bad, but sometimes you get sad