Yeah we crash and burn, when we run through red lights,
We put up fronts when we only want some persistent bastard to shoot through them,
Unyielding to our hopes and dreams, smashing into them without any sort of readiness,
We kiss,
We tell,
But who are we kidding, tomorrow its just going to be another shallow drama,
Mixed up with some stupid lie she told her, who told him, who told her,
Now the world knows our business.
But you know, in the deepest pit of your body,
You know you're going to make it,
Even with some scratches, some bruises, some scars, tails of love affairs and staying up til 3AM,
Your Ipod on shuffle, crying out your eyes to those depressing beats.
Yeah, even still, you know that you will grow up sometime,
That all of this will be nothing, and you will laugh looking back,
Thinking yourself a completely naive idiot for believing your friends,
For believing in him, for believing in drama,
And for not believing in yourself.
You know that someday,
Some bright and shining day,
You will wake up, and know that you have finally
Grown up.