There are baseballs in the boot of my car
They are stopping me from taking your dead body to the park
I hope in twenty years I’ll be able to play barre chords
I hope I’m not a failure
I hope my friends are proud of me
And the things that I’ve done
I hope that you can see them too
I’ll rub makeup in my eyes
I’ll bash bruises on my knees
Hope the old men on the bus look up and stare at me
Oh my God, what has this generation come to?
We’ve come to kissing our reflections
Telling ourselves we’re loved
We’ve come to dressing up our wounds in blood and baby teeth
We’ve come to falling down in car parks
Hoping that we’re liked
We’ve come to dressing up and setting things on fire with our
Love for each other
There’s a ball pit in the back of my yard
It is preventing me from keeping my head down in class
Now I know what I know, that I know
I hope in twenty years I’ll be eighteen
Still young enough to wipe my hands clean
Hope I’m not a failure
I hope my dog is proud of me
I’ll rub makeup in my eyes
I’ll bash bruises on my knees
Hope the old men on the bus look up and stare at me
Oh my God, what has this generation come to?
We’ve come to kissing our reflections
Telling ourselves we’re loved
We’ve come to dressing up our wounds in blood and baby teeth
We’ve come to falling down in car parks
Hoping that we’re liked
We’ve come to dressing up and setting things on fire with our
Love for each other
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
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