You say you hate all those kids now
You can't relate to the things they say to you
You feel you've grown far beyond them
You don't remember when you were like them
And now you've grown up, you hate them
A bad case of sour grapes? Who knows?
You better get used to this picture
'Cause there's way more kids waiting in the hall
You don't remember the problems
You just complain like your parents did at you
You swore you'd never be like them
But now that you've grown up you're ten times worse!
And now you've grown up, you hate them
A bad case of sour grapes? Who knows?
You better get used to this picture
'Cause there's way more kids waiting in the hall
