Youth - White Apple Tree

The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat

We stick around because we don’t care

None of us have had to work for nothing

Let’s go to Tyler’s house and waste some air

One more forty

One more year

What a waste of youth grandeur

Let’s take a trip on a road to nowhere

With a car your parents own

Let’s make a stop at every Starbucks

Let’s complain about how service is slow

One more problem

One more Schmear

Racing Rats are more sincere

One more last drink

Before you drive home

We’ll watch Fight Club till four in the morning

Talk about that Pixies song at the end

We spew ramblings of something exotic

And what will happen when our lives begin

One more forty

One more year

What a waste of youth grandeur

One more last drink

Before you drive home