Said you're giving it time
To break the young mind
It lives in your words
I can see it now, sticking out
How a sore thumb arrives
Left so high and dry
Lives on in your words
I can see you now, sprawled in the backyard
A baby blue smile and the perfect pair of jeans
Snuck out again
To lie to your friends
Lives on in your words
Buying it never was hard
And fate has a way
Of making me stay
Covered in burns
When they had you left in the dust
A baby blue smile and the perfect pair of jeans