Recycled Youth

[Chorus]
Don’t know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed, me in my room, yuh
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you; recycled youth

[Verse 1]
Calling out to all the kids, sick of being tolerant
Whose parents weren't involved and always fed them empty promises
From elementary halls to everyone who's off at colleges
I’m writing you this song and I'mma start with this:
I remember little Stacy getting hated 'cause of all the boys she dated
Daddy wasn't home, he’s stationed fighting in a war he hated
Mommy’s getting bored of waiting so she finds a boy replacement
"Stacy, meet your father"
Then we wonder why she’s so impatient
Another kid who’s mother hid him under all the covers
'Cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push her
Now his papa was a trucker, he was fighting for her custody
Oh and for their son, well, we can guess how he grew up to be

[Chorus]
Don’t know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed, me in my room, yuh
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you; recycled youth

[Verse 2]
I’m not a prophet
Exhausted from walking the same fuckin' path that my mom did
I love her but god I can’t watch myself hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in
I don’t owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up
I'm watching my back from your stabbing
I'm actually glad that you're mad, I'm a nuisance
I speak for the kids that I help with my music, let’s do this

[Chorus]
Don’t know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed, me in my room, yuh
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you; recycled youth

[Outro]
Recycled youth
Recycled youth
Recycled youth, hell
Recycled youth, yeah