Don’t know what i want but now i know where it went wrong
i am doomed. me in my room
hate this stupid song but i grew up to sing along
i am you

recycled youth
calling out to all the kids
sick of being tolerant
who’s parents werent involved and
always fed them empty promises
from elementary halls
to everyone whos off at colleges
i’m writing u this song
and imma start with this
i remember little stacy getting hated
cuz of all the boys she dated
daddy wasnt home
he’s stationed fighting in a war he hated mommy’s getting bored of waiting
so she finds a boy replacement
stacy meet ur father
then we wonder why she’s so impatient

another kid
who’s mother hid him under all the covers cuz her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push her
now his papa was a trucker he
was fighting her for custody
oh and for their son well we
can guess how he grew up to be
don’t know what i want but now i know where it went wrong
i am doomed. me in my room
hate this stupid song but i grew up to sing along
I am you
recycled youth
i’m not prophet
exhausted from walking
the same fuckin path that my mom did
i love her but god i can’t watch myself

hop in a coffin because of the problems
she got in
i don’t owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up and watching my back from ur stabbing im actually glad that ur mad
i’m a nuisance - i speak for the kids that i help w my music - let’s do it
don’t know what i want but now i know where it went wrong
i am doomed. me in my room
hate this stupid song but i grew up to sing along
I am you
recycled youth