In the desert we get sunburned.
Tally up our losses by a
broken down car. We're
surprised we got this far. What will your parents think?
You gave up everything for
teenage love, and you're 23.
Gave up everything for
heartbreak and sweet cake for second looks and make out
sessions under the stars. And
when they look at our dirty
hands we get followed in
supermarkets. You especially with your backpack with
patches, you're not even that
punk anymore, they don't know
the difference like I do. You
gave up everything for a 1983
ideology, romantic novels in
your back pocket. I'm sitting
on my ass at the gas station
smoking cigarettes, my feet are drenched with rain, I'm
throwing in the towel.