watch scooby doo to hold on to your past
But it won't help
Can't you realize your getting old

Your friends take you to a rave
Or to some show
But you just walk around and look down
As your ears begin to sweel

And they tell me that I'm not as fun as before
But I'm happier like this
You don't have to take me out
I don't want to go
I don't want to go to New York
It makes me want to die

Play indie pop to show that your still hip
But you get bored
So you get up and you switch to jazz

Play punk rock to show that your still hard
But your lips are far too tender
And it hurts when you lie down

And I'll probably never dance with you again
But I'm happier like this
You don't have to take me out
I don't want to go
I don't want to go to New York
It makes me want to die