One more, more or less then we're done
Can't be sure if we had fun
Sweet sixteen been and gone
Eighteen next year then we're done
Girls like me if they're younger
But girls my age want guys older
Guess I'm just stuck in the middle
Between easies and girls unattainable
Yeah they say, these days are the best we got
What a tragic thought
And I try, and I try, not to waste this time
But it just flies by, the more I try
Slow down, don't speak, say something
Line up, don't cheat, stop staring
Sit down, shut up, start learning
Time's up, get out start working
Yeah they say, these days are the best we got
What a tragic thought
And I try, and I try, not to waste this time
But it just flies by, the more I try
Yeah they say, these days are the best we got
What a tragic thought
And I try, and I try, not to waste
But it just flies by, the more I try
