I.C. You Are Feeling Drake

American Nightmare

When your "golden days" 
Are "that was just a phase..." 
Lose yourself to reminisce 
Pictures and innocence 
Try to remember when you felt free and 
The smiles 
Just came so naturally... 
You can't control your age 
But you can control how you feel 
Breathing dead air into broke lungs that 
Once filled your heart 
With the will to live 
So when are you 
Gonna cash in your raincheck? 
(And on and on and on...) 
Every second that goes by 
Is one that's gone for good 
Are you throwing away 
Possible memories to a fevered life 
Of "woulds" and "coulds?" 
We may have missed our chance and 
We may never be young again but fuck 
Living a sick day life 
Fuck dead beat kids 
And fuck your falsehoods 
So when are you 
Gonna cash in your raincheck? 
(And on and on and on...) 
I'm not dead yet 
Ambitions... sorry, but I have none... 
I'm just a confused kid 
With the masses telling me 
To join tradition... 
But I just can't... 
I'd rather die than live like you 
Do you get it? 
I'd rather die than live like you 
You don't get it 
Fuck your falsehoods