I haven't been in love since I was 14, back then lots of magic Now it's just a checklist of the things I hate in all my exes Trust me, I know that I'm too old to identify with Holden But lately, I'm feeling everyone is Just a bunch of fucking phonies Pictures, and money, opinions of something Offended, upset 'cause you can't find your identity While we're all out struggling To find our own individuality Yeah, I'm still out struggling To find the love I thought we once had Yelling at you 'cause I saw you talking to your ex-boy In the parking-lot of Me-N-Eds Never picking up your phone calls when I'm at the park Drinking 4 Lokos with my friends And maybe it's not magic I just miss when my life felt more like a movie And I've got all these habits I just miss when I could be happy sober I was on a path to work white collar jobs On the side, I'd play in Bakersfield's Orchestra I got mesmerized by Tattooed Vagabonds Playing basement shows at Jerry's Pizza Now I'm on a path to hell, is it too late? I was mesmerized by strings when I was eight Now I wait in line at Kaiser for White Collar men To see the Tattooed Vagabond who's heart can't mend And maybe it's not magic I just miss when my life felt more like a movie And I've got all these habits I just miss when I could be happy sober