In the desert, we get sunburned
Tally up our losses by a broken down car
We're surprised we got this far

What will your parents think?
You gave up everything for teenage love, and you're 23
Gave up everything for heartbreak and sweet cake
For second looks and make out sessions under the stars

And when they look at our dirty hands
We get followed in supermarkets
You, especially, with your backpack with patches
You're not even that punk anymore
They don't know the difference like I do

You gave up everything for a 1983 ideology
Romantic novels in your back pocket
I'm sitting on my ass at the gas station, smoking cigarettes
My feet are drenched with rain
I'm throwing in the towel