Where I grew up there's not much to see As small town as a boy can be So carelessly we move through empty streets at night You hold onto me and I will to you Together we can make it through The smallest minds will think we'll never make it out To hell with it, to hell with it I'm aware of everything I've done I'm not done 17 is so hard to be in this small town on these old streets Day to day awake we mostly dream of getting out I'll pay for gas if you've got the time Nowhere to go but we can drive past county lines towards the city lights In the end I'll love what I have made To hell with it, to hell with it I'm aware of everything I've done I'm not done To hell with it, to hell with it I'm aware of everything I've done I'm not done I'm not done, no I'm not done I'll be bathing in the sun I'll hold on oh I'll hold on I'll be bathing in the sun In the end I'll love what I have made There's nothing that could take that joy away To hell with it, to hell with it I'm aware of everything I've done I'm not done To hell with it, to hell with it I'm aware of everything I've done I'm not done