Yesterday's adolescence
It doesn't make sense
That we age to die with regrets I can't take it
Believe what I'm saying
There's no turning back
It's the fact that the reaper is creeping on your back she said
Confiscate my youth but I'll leave it up to you
Don't pull the trigger I'm not ready
I'm not over this pretending
And I IIIII don't wanna jump the gun again
And the winds will pick up speed, then I'll admit to some degree
You're tuning down like it's the ending, and I'm anti-condescending
And I IIIII 'fuse to behave in my defense
Because at times we're
Trapped in our drive
Forget how to walk
As we take our strides
Pick up the pace
Neglect to create
Consumed by the rules
We try to abide
Millennials counting rings around the oak
We're growing up too fast to face it
Let's evaluate it
Believe what I'm saying my eyes are open wide
Deep inside there's a reaper that's hitching for a ride she said
Confiscate my youth but I'll leave it up to you
Don't pull the trigger I'm not ready
I'm not over this pretending
And I IIIII don't wanna jump the gun again
And the winds will pick up speed, then I'll admit to some degree
You're tuning down like it's the ending, and I'm anti-condescending
And I IIIII 'fuse to behave in my defense
Because at times we're
Trapped in our drive
Forget how to walk
As we take our strides
Pick up the pace
Neglect to create
Consumed by the rules
We try to abide
Oooooh
Because at times we're
Trapped in our drive
Forget how to walk
As we take our strides
Pick up the pace
Neglect to create
Consumed by the rules
We try to abide