I'll be sitting on the back porch wondering Is this really what I've come to know Am I gonna hve to lose my mind or Are we gonna have to explode You want a perfect love song Reach ears break hearts Well kill the cliche baby We can all sound handsome and smart All of this is crumbling... I don't want to get old, But I know, there's no other opportunities so I take the world like I'm told, Nice and slow I don't want to get older so I won't Spend all my days wondering hoping I don't We're not getting older anymore Well I'm just about to let you have this Every bit of this infamy Well I'm just about to let you know that What it has all done for me You want a perfect love song Reach ears break hearts Well kill the cliche baby We can all sound handsome and smart All of this is troubling... Well I know it's the truth when they say that youth's been Wasted on the young Shake from the break of the state I'm in You'll figure out that you need to spend All of the time that you never really had