What's there to worry bout
When you're still at your parents' house
And you said that you'd get off their couch
But now your 24 years old
You haven't come too far
You're playing songs on your guitar
You're too scared so no one hears
I guess that what your into now
I keep making these
Collect calls
My past life
He wanted to know what'd become
Of the prophet
The dreamer
He really thought that I would be somebody (ooh)
I could hear it in his voice he was hoping he would be somebody (ooh)
Never thought I'd turn into no one
Take it all in day to day
Sit around and masturbate
Habitually self-medicate
And fall asleep w the bachelor on
How you thought when you were young
The way to freedoms growing up
You hated feeling 17
Now that's all you hold to
I keep making these
Collect calls
My past life
He wanted to know what'd become
Of the prophet
The dreamer
He really thought that I would be somebody (ooh)
I could hear it in his voice he was hoping he would be somebody (ooh)
Never thought I'd turn into no one
I really thought If I said it out loud and it sounds like a plan
Then God would say "cool I got you man"
It'll come it'll come if you wait
It'll come if you
But now it's a panic attack every corner I turn
My fears in the backseat driving me further and further away
Further away
He really thought that I would be somebody
(Collect calls, my past life)
I could hear it in his voice he was hoping he would be somebody
(The prophet, the dreamer)
Through the static and the noise, he could tell I wasn't anybody
(Burnout, a drifter)
I could hear it in his voice he was hoping he would be somebody (ooh)
Never thought I'd turn into no one