Year to Be Young 1994

I must admit I felt the flame Kurt Cobain, a Fender Mustang MTV brought me up This is your brain on drugs I won't forget that first girlfriend That got me in The boys, The Men I grew up a lot that year My sweatshirt said no fear, ah My life was a stereo Man, it was everything First one in line for the last dance with Mary Jane Hiding in my headphones, laying on a bedroom floor 1994 Tell mom, see ya later Don't be blowing up my pager When the shows over I'll come home When that is, I don't know, hm Teen spirit in the air Before we owned our own cell phones In study hall passing notes Yes, no, or I don't care When my life was a stereo Man, it was everything Soundtrack, first kiss Out at the roller rink Hands held, two hearts falling on a hardwood floor 1994 1994 Think you know it all when you don't know any better Tell yourself you're gonna live forever Fires burning and I'm still holding the torch From 1994 Lay with me Lay with me, yeah Lay with me Lay with me, yeah Lay with me Lay with me, yeah My life was a stereo Man, it was everything Soundtrack track takes me back Through all those memories Hiding in my headphones, laying on the bedroom floor It takes me back to the days when a song was so much more 1994 1994 1994