Not Much Changes

I couldn't wait, I was terrified
I had dreams about it
Running away from this simple life
Where not much changes

I’m stuck at home, staying up at night
Where my dreams slowly die
I mean really is it all that bad
At least I'm sober

Don't want to talk so I dim the lights
Pretend I’m not here
Slipping away, step into the night
Just going nowhere

But then I find my way home
To where my love waits for me
I mean really is it all that bad
Just growing older

That voice ringing ears
A sound that no one hears
Messages from the other side
Scream into a microphone
I know I'm not alone
Somebody feels the way I do

So I make my way home
And fill my head with new dreams
I mean really is it all that bad
Just growing older