Static

(hmmm) Another Friday night,

sitting in my bedroom alone

Checking my phone just to see if anybody called

Everyone's out laughing, making memories in the dark

While I'm just sitting here trying to find a single spark

Because growing feels like drowning on your feet Throwing on the floor

Screaming at the top of your lungs behind a locked bedroom door

They say these are the best days,

the golden years of young

But if this is the peak,

then I'm terrified of the truth,

yeah

The halls of school are a blur of faces and noise

Trying to fit into a mold,

trying to find my voice

Teachers talking 'bout the future like it's right around the bend

But I'm just trying to make it to the weekend's end

You always tell me it's just a phase That it'll pass with

time

But right now this hill just feels like a mountain I can't

climb (ohhh)

Just a kid in the dark

Waiting for the sun

Growing

Please just tell me it gets better