Stupid Teenagers

Electric Garbage

Compositor: Electric Garbage

I'm headed up your block
I'm still waiting to hear
The sounds of footsteps coming to the door
When did I become so innocent?

Time is making we grow old
But I'm still feeling so insecure
But I don't want to go home tonight

Stupid teenagers
What did we expect for this?
We don't even know what we're doing here
Won't you come with me tonight?
Won't you lay your head on me?
Could you turn off the lights
And turn me on, turn me on

Do you remember the time
When you used to lay your head against the wall
Waiting for the answers, I'm not the asnwer you're waiting for

Stupid teenagers
What did we expect for this?
We don't even know what we're doing here
Won't you come with me tonight?
Won't you lay your head on me?
Could you turn off the lights
And turn me on, turn me on

Stay a while with me...