Good Riddance to Good Advice

I'm trying man I really am
Summer's up, it's 4am
And the lights are dim again
And I'm sick of waiting
And taking bad advice
Through the lens of blood shot eyes
And all the smelling salts and compromise couldn't hold me back from saying my goodbyes
Never compromised

Say goodbye
To the starting line and thinking twice
Say goodnight
And god riddance to all your good advice
And I'm not asking for someone to hold my hand
And growing up, that's just not part of the plan

I'm getting out I'm getting up
I never know when I've had enough
I'll bottom out so bottom's up
And it's all too much
I'm burning up my lungs
Belting out my stupid songs
Drawing blanks on all my right or wrongs
I can't believe it, I never thought it'd take this long

I'll never shut my mouth
I'll never figure it out
I'm fucking up and falling down
I'll never turn it around
I'm never catching breaks
Always making mistakes
I'm at the end of my rope, and I bend and I break
But I know that I'll be better off fucking it up and sleeping it off
And I'm never playing it safe, because then I know that things will never change

Say goodbye
To the ego death and party lines
The parking lot
The suit and tie
To living lies and leaving alibis
And I'm not asking for someone to hold my hand
I guess it's not part of the plan

I'm saying my goodbyes
And "wouldn't it be nice"
Goodbye to all your good advice