My phone still flips, my jeans still sag, I still think Blink’s the greatest band to brag. My car won’t start but the stereo’s fine, Blasting “Girl All the Bad Guys Want” all the time. My ex got married, I missed the date, I was binge-watching Friends and showed up late. Mom still says I should get a real job, But I’d rather play shows in a dive with a mob. I’m stuck in 2003, Still think I’m cool in my worn-out tee. Life moves fast but I’m still me, A teenage dream with a mortgage fee. Yeah, I’m grown but I’ll never agree — I’m stuck, stuck, stuck in 2003! [Got eyeliner stains on my high school pic, My MySpace page was my best magic trick. Now it’s bills, not chills, in my inbox now, But I still say “rad” and “dude,” somehow. Girlfriend says I should act my age, But she met me screaming from a Warped Tour stage. So I’ll crack a beer, and I’ll make this toast: “To all the washed-up punks who party the most!” I’m stuck in 2003, Still think I’m cool in my worn-out tee. Life moves fast but I’m still me, A teenage dream with a mortgage fee. Yeah, I’m grown but I’ll never agree — I’m stuck, stuck, stuck in 2003! Remember when we thought we’d rule the world? Now it’s diaper bags and crying girls. But hey — I still got my bass guitar, And the same old car that won’t go far! I’m stuck in 2003, Pop-punk heart, zero maturity. Yeah, I’ve aged but I’ll never concede, I’m still that kid with a dumb goatee. So crank that CD, let’s all decree — We’re stuck, stuck, stuck in 2003! And I’ll stay that way… ‘Cause growing up’s for Coldplay.