The life I live, my last chance at an impact.
But my time's wasted by the people who come and then go.
This one's for them cause the scene's for us.
And I'll give you one chance to stand up and prove to me you're not.
You live your life by a broken promise you made to yourself in the seventh grade.

Three years from now when you turn twenty – one, no longer coming out.
You've become just like everyone else.
You're our permission to work the walls.
You'll be forgotten when you are gone.
This one's for you cause the scene's for us.