Fifteen Lyrics

Fifteen

Hate your friends

Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die

And they make their scene the priss and preen

They'll never get it right

The mirror on the living room wall

Aint been too kind since you hit grade four

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time



He's the boy you got

He's the ticket stub that never won a prize

And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face

Came straight from a fight



But he answers we he calls

And he's under six feet tall

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time



He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog

He's jeans never fit quite right

But there's a razor blade cut

And a feeling in your gut that says

There aint no way to disguise it



Hate your friends

Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die

And they make their scene the priss and preen

They'll never get it right



The ones who shine so bright

Are made or broke come Friday night

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away, you know its just not your



He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog

He's jeans never fit quite right

But there's a razor blade cut

And a feeling in your gut that says

There aint no way to disguise it



But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time

That's the way, we're gonna get it right