Good To Be Young

How are we so insecure as to hate our stories?

We never let it all hang out

Or love real living

Wait 'til the white light's already gone

It's all iridescent colour I'm on

It's so good to be young, I want a picture

Out every weekend, never get older

How are we

So insecure as to hate our stories?

We never let it all hang out

Or love real living

My eyes are killing