Post‐Teenager (Lyrics)

it seems my fun is done I don't know what it's about cause I gotta pay rent to stay in my dad's house and he says that I'd better learn to survive he says "son you'd better get yourself a 9 to 5" I'm a post-teenager suburban fool I never really wanted to leave high-school I don't wanna go to work looking squeaky clean I woulda rather stayed in grade 14 and it's all so very fucked up I don't get a chance to hang out that much I can't come out tonight and get stoned I gotta work in the morning so I gotta go home.... dad says there's so much that I don't understand because you can't make money in a punk rock band