Youth is a good excuse
For all these decisions
I keep making.

Apparently,
Rumor has it,
There's a signed permission slip
On the inside of my desk
That's kept there for consent.

You can hardly claim
To know what you want
When you're this early
In your life.

They always said
I take my waking slow
And I'm really
Hibernating on this one.

Big dilemmas...
Ringing church bells,
And the weddings
I thought would be accompanied
By cards
With my name on the inside.

I don't want these
To be the things
I destroyed in my youth.

So let's get drunk on the fact
That we have this golden chance
To ***** up and start all over.

Let's all get drunk
On the beauty of youth.