Roadtrips and Campfires

My darkroom is a place where
I tend to spend all summer
When all my friends are gone or off with their families

And why don't I acknowledge
That by the time I go to college
I will be running out of cash and memories

And everybody's yelling at me
Tell me that I'm wrong
And everybody's trying to get me to singalong.
But I know, I know, there's no place where I belong.

My head keeps on spinning
And people can't stop screaming
I used to get along.
I'm getting sick and tired
Of roadtrips and campfires
I used to get along.

My heart's never been broken
But I have finally chosen
To move on with my life
Instead of waiting all the time.

My longing for those better days
And getting sick of your straight face
Could never hold me back from leaving
Even though I'm barely breathing

But everybody's yelling at me
Tell me that I'm wrong
And everybody's trying to get me to singalong.
But I know, I know, there's no place I can go.

It's over now I'm not upset
About the way we handle that
I was pissed and made a song
And I will make you sing along

It's over now I'm not upset
About the way we handle that
I was pissed and made a song
Now all you suckers sing along