Got your whole life ahead of you, you're only 19
But I fear that they already got all the best parts of me
And I'm sorry that I couldn't always be your teenage dream
And when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough?
When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?
And when are all my excuses of learning my lessons gonna start to feel sad?
Will I spend all the rest of my years wishin' I could go back?