Adolescence is a picture Adolescence is unkind Adolescence is a lesson 15 is too young to die Guilt to fly from a confession By 18, I am inside Figure out with no discretion Now its 25 to life Soon enough I will be 30 Soon enough I'll be outside Waiting for my kids to marry Waiting for their kids to cry As I sing these words I think of All the times that I played nice I strain my neck and go to bed With too much on my mind So I pace these halls and check my calls And hope to God I'm right It's 2:30 in the afternoon But my bloodstream says its night Only lessons in this lecture Only lessons in these lines Only lessons in my rearview Only lessons in this life