Youth

The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat We stick around because we don't care None of us have had to work for nothing Lets go to Tyler's house and waste some air 1 more 40 1 more year What a waste of youth grandeur Lets take a trip on a road to nowhere With a car your parents own Lets make a stop at every Starbucks Lets complain about how service is slow 1 more problem 1 more Schmear Racing Rats are more sincere One more last drink Before you drive home We'll watch Fight Club till 4 in the morning Talk about that Pixies song at the end We spew ramblings of something exotic And what will happen when our lives begin 1 more 40 1 more year What a waste of youth grandeur One more last drink Before you drive home