“It's good to be young, but let's not kid ourselves
It's better to pass on through those years and come out the other side
With our hearts still beating
Having stared down demons and
Come back breathing
People were mean to you
But I always thought you were cool
Clicking down the concrete hallways
In your spiked heels
Back in high school”
It's good to be young, but let's not kid ourselves
It's better to pass on through those years and come out the other side
With our hearts still beating
Having stared down demons and
Come back breathing
People were mean to you
But I always thought you were cool
Clicking down the concrete hallways
In your spiked heels
Back in high school