Still Alive, Still Confused

Hi, I'm Steve. Yeah, that's Steve. Good hair,

bad luck, barely twenty-three. I used to think high school was my peak.

Now I fight monsters and babysit for free. I swing a bat, miss college calls,

save the world, still work at the mall. Got scars on my hands.

Kids in my car. No idea what I'm doing tomorrow so far. Ooh,

this town is strange but I'm still here. Still alive, still confused, still holding this

guitar like it's therapy, yeah. They won't write songs about the

guy who survives. So I'll sing one myself between close calls and questionable life advice.