Calling this week's girlfriend for another stupid fight
My homework's piling up, my money's wearing thin
Mom says, "Get a job" I'll just quit again
And the broken hearts match the promises and the crumpled notes on the floor
And you hope that Mom will never know
And the bad ideas get stacked and hid in the bottom dresser drawer
Friday night, we'll do it all again
This is the theme for 16 and we're, we're nothing like you
Times change and so do we, maybe we'll grow up someday
Hanging with my friends at the record store
Can't figure out why this life is such a fucking bore
Just ignore all those things that get you low
Its Thursday night and we're all at the show
And the broken hearts match the promises and the crumpled notes on the floor
And you hope that Mom will never know
And the bad ideas get stacked and hid in the bottom dresser drawer
Friday night, we'll do it all again
This is the theme for 16 and we're, we're nothing like you
Times change and so do we, maybe we'll grow up someday