Mastered in classics Don't think I can land this Think we're gonna crash blissfully out of the sky Fast and now frantic The motive is madness The voices are established early on and on and on and on Missed my interest, kiss me quick cause Each second grades our young love Boundless, round lips, heart of poem Too young to keep it together, Too dumb to know what we wanted You were mad at me, I was mad about you We were too young to keep it together Snap to attention, gotta keep em guessing Askin if I regret it I'm asking you No I wouldn't do Nothing new If I knew What I know I wouldn't do, nothing new Too young to keep it togther Too dumb to know what we wanted You were mad at me, I was mad about you We were too young to keep it together All of 18 years to the day Always be my mamas baby No nothing stays the same But ooh I think we're gonna make it Ooh I think we're gonna make it Ooh youth is overrated Too young to keep it together Too dumb to know what we wanted You were mad at me, I was mad about you We were too young to keep it together