15

Youth is a virtuous affliction,
Made to give them what they want while they take what they 'need',
And still you'll never please,
those who say you're just 15 and all you could know could only be a dream.

Is it true that when I grow up that I have to get myself a job,
A wife, a home, a car and become another generation snob?
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now,
Letters through your door just to take away your hard-earned cash,
No, I never wanna end up like that,
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now.

Youth is a stunt to articulation,
We're all temperamentally flawed,
Living in adolescent purgatory,
Ignorance must truly be a bliss,
One without logical though,
And where fact just don't exist.

Is it true that when I grow up that I have to get myself a job,
A wife, a home, and become another generation snob?
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now,
Letters through your door just to take away your hard-earned cash,
No, I never wanna end up like that,
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now.

Can you blame me for getting annoyed with you hypocrites?
Are you intimidated by my intelligence because your life's so shit? Or are you just thick?
Do hormones give you the right to condescend and undermine me like a child?
Is this persecution gonna lead me to exile?

Is it true that when I grow up that I have to get myself a job,
A wife, a home, and become another generation snob?
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now,
Letters through your door just to take away your hard-earned cash,
No, I never wanna end up like that,
I'm holding on to now,
I'm holding on for now.