Wasted On the Young

Hey, I was just thinking that maybe you don't need to waste
Some of the best days of your lives, trying so hard to abide
By some preset list [bad word] Talking about conviction
When you haven't even been convinced of anything yet
Just stressing about letting down all your friends
It's like having your mom pick out your clothes for you
You're still too young to know where you stand on anything yet
And there is nothing wrong with that
It might be kinda fun to get to know yourself a little while
Take a left at every fork, stare into every cloud
On the journey to find what's in your heart the only thing to be united
with is that pulsing in your veins
But seriously, [bad word] all that for a while
What's the point of being a kid
If you are not [bad word] wild and break every [bad word] Even the ones that make those bands seem cool
You might as well hang out at church

Mark my words
There's still so much that you have yet to learn

Your strongest beliefs the ones that will see you through [bad word] to you when least expected
They can't be forced, will not be shaped to fit [bad word] does [bad word] when called
And if you're only young once and these days, they move fast
Why would you waste one second of them
Falling in line, [bad word] It sounds so simple but I know it's [bad word] hard

It's gonna take a little while to find out exactly who you are
But then maybe the day [bad word] When you have to turn your back
One all those things that you once stood for
Left behind like some old pile of shirts
I've seen it happen so many times before
Spit in the face of a sacred oath
That some of us took when ready