I feel guilty 'cause I was a bitch when I was seventeen And when I look at a photograph it doesn't look like me And my mom was having babies by the time she was my age While I'm working by the hour, buying weed when I get paid I got a sticker on my car that tells you who I voted for And I think about it every time I'm at the grocery store But when I drive like an asshole does that give one reason more For you to say, goddamn the liberals, they surely need the Lord And it doesn't really matter and I don't wanna take your time But sometimes I just can't make myself feel proud to be alive And I know I'm young and stupid now and maybe I'll get old and feel like It's okay to be here, filling space inside the void Last Wednesday made a bracelet at the bar with my new friends And 'cause my brain is fucked all I thought of was when these days would end And how sad I'll feel when all that's real to me comes undone When the earth is made of ashes, littered with a piles of guns And it doesn't really matter and I don't wanna take your time But sometimes I just can't make myself feel proud to be alive And I know I'm young and stupid now and maybe I'll get old and feel like It's okay to be here, filling space inside the void Feel like it's okay to be here, filling space inside the void Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh And I don't need all the answers or to see the face of God I just wanna sleep without seeing everything I'm not So the next time that I'm staring at the wall and feeling paranoid I'll scream up to the sky to fill the space inside the void So I'll scream up to the sky to fill the space inside the void