White Apple Tree - Youth lyrics

The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat We stick around because we don't care None of us have had to work for nothing Let's go to Tyler's house and waste some air One more forty One more year What a waste of youth grandeur Let's take a trip on a road to nowhere With a car your parents own Let's make a stop at every Starbucks Let's complain about how service is slow One more problem One more Schmear Racing Rats are more sincere One more last drink Before you drive home We'll watch Fight Club till four in the morning Talk about that Pixies song at the end We spew ramblings of something exotic And what will happen when our lives begin One more forty One more year What a waste of youth grandeur One more last drink Before you drive home