What is it with all the kids these days?
I feel like I'm alone and everyone I know is like a kidney stone
What is it with all their wicked ways?
I feel like twenty one was kind of fun for me and not for anyone else
What if I had all these laughs
Would I be stupefied or colorblind?
I'm rather sure I was unwise
What if I had all this cash
Would I be justified or vilified?
I'm rather sure I was unwise
What is it with all the paths you take
To meet your enemy, your destiny
Whenever you're in front of me?
What is it with all the mess you make?
You walk in without an eye, and leave behind
Give up, resign, without a fight
What if I had all these laughs
Would I be stupefied or colorblind?
I'm rather sure I was unwise
What if I had all this cash
Would I be justified or vilified?
I'm rather sure I was unwise
Rather sure, rather sure that I
Rather sure I was unwise
Rather sure, rather sure that I
Rather sure I was unwise this time