Texty: The Fold. Younger Than Our Years.

I have a confession to make
I've never been the kind of kid
Who likes to buy what you're selling to me

And all of this rhetoric about loving you
Is just another clever iteration
Of what I'm selling to you

I'm going under with you
Is that what you want me to do?

They say that we are younger than our years
And who is to say it's not so?
They've got years on us, don't they know?

I have a confession to make
I took a lesson from a liar
But it never inspired a thing

And all of this rhetoric about loving you
Is just another clever way to say
I know what I'm getting into

I'm going under with you
Is that what you want me to do?

They say that we are younger than our years
And who is to say it's not so?
They've got years on us, don't they know?

And even if we're younger than they know
Who is to say it's not life?
Let's make it last, let's make it last

I'm going under with you
I'm going under with you
I'm through making promises
That I can't keep

It's not what I sent out to do
Did everything come crashing down?
I'm going under with you, with you

They say we are younger than our years
And who is to say it's not so?
And they've got years on us, don't they know?

And even if we're younger than they know
Who is to say it's not right?
Let's make it last, let's make it last
Let's make it last