Too Young - Kat Frankie

I’ve never seen the kids live like this

Always seems they’ll never like through it

You know I’m standing in the cold

Feeling bolder than your buried gold

Because I know the harbour where I’ll go to die

Oh, it used to be we lived out in the sticks

Machen nichts als flippin' tic-tac-toe for kicks

I got an eye on yours and mine

'Cause the government’s got me on file

And you’re sweet, but I’m alarmed to say the least

Too young to know death comes to those who wait

Too young to check the real estate

Too young to mourn, the best of us are gone

Too young to have it going on

Too young to find the pocket money spent

Too young to love the girl I met

Too young to want to get back up

And to know that it don’t mean so much

But I’m sure that I’ll get older in the end