The Art of Moving On

I can't convince myself that any of this is worth it
I can't get out of bed until I come to terms with the fact that my childhood is gone
Yeah, I've always had a hard time moving on
I don't want to move on. I remember sneaking into state parks after dark and hiding from the cops (FUCK THE COPS)
I don't know if we were better then, all I know is that I felt better then
These days I wake up in the morning, I get stoned, and then I go to work
I come home and drink myself to sleep. Remember when drinking used to be fun?