Anything, Anyway

I want to take the Q to Coney Island It's not too far, but it's a getaway I want to breathe in the air Feel that salt on my face Summer's charm lost in a January's Day Anyway Felt the months pass by since I last stood tall It's hard to rise when you're digging your own grave I was told not to sit and feel sorry for myself Turns out I forgot how to feel anything Anything Anything Anything So I'll drive myself down to the house where I grew up And I'll cry until my eyes are swollen shut And as I settle down and pick myself right back up I learn that I no longer have to give a f*ck I'm too young to feel this tangled up Anyway Anyway Anyway Anyway