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 outta here alive  Just say you won't look back to see  Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)    With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)  To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)  Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)    I used to be a stereotype  Someone you'd never recognize  With fingers so yellow   That they 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 long lost friends of mine  If we make it out of here alive  Just say you won't look back to see  Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)    With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)  To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)  Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)    And if we make it outta here alive (if we make outta here alive)   Just say you won't look back to see   Just who we left behind  Just who we left behind    After all the fuck ups and fallouts (there might not be a next time)  With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)  Through all the breaking up to breaking down (there might not be a next time)  Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)    There might not be a next time (might not be a next time)    Words to live by  we're all doing just fine