Letras
Babies are born with
Nothing in their brains or everything
I'm always reading
I had to learn it all to forget again
And we just can't win
Nothing in the world makes any sense
I've got the basics but all the best things
You can't repeat again
What they say, is it true?
"Beauty is such a waste on the youth"
I used to stare in mirrors
Sucking in, 21
Oh it's fun to look back
Think of all my reactions
So silly, naive and partially stupid, I was deluded
I, I couldn't see myself through the glass
So if that's how you wanna be
You wanna be
Well, I can't stop you (you, you, you)
(Just know that I'd hope to)
Being young and naive
Can get you pretty far, if you ask me
Everybody laughs so casually
They buckle you into the car
And light all your cigarettes
Hand-in-hand with some idiots
But they usher past the bouncer
And you're like, "Fuck, I'm in the club, what? What?"
Oh, but when you reach the age
Of buying beer for your friends
Oh, what it would take
For me to be excited again?
All the dirty forty-year olds
Sucking the life from the kids
And all the kids are racing up
To be as grown as they can
Kid (kid), take it slow (take it slow)
You can chill (chill), you ain't grown (grown)
To stare (stare) in mirrors (oh-oh-oh)
Sucking in, 21