I used to be a stereotype  Half alive with half open eyes  With a one track mind  And a flawed design  Feeling like I was lost   At sea at only the age of 19  Floating around in alcohol and apathy  Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine  If we make it out of here alive  Just say you won't look back to see  Just who we left behind    We're all doing just fine  We were always the ones laughing last  We were never the ones looking back  We were always the ones to say that  We're all doing just fine    I used to be a stereotype  Someone you'd never recognize  With fingers so yellow   That it matched the yellow skies  And there was a few things I memorized  From all those blurry times  Like bottles clinking under blinking signs  And a few last words from lost friend of mine    If we make it out of here alive  Just say you won't look back to see  Just who we left behind    We're all doing just fine  We were always the ones laughing last  We were never the ones looking back  We were always the ones to say that  We're all going just fine     Words to live by  We're doing fine