I get it
We're 17 and it's a Saturday night
And I get it
I can't compete with the party or the lights
I'm not tryna guilt trip you or tell you what you should do
That's not what I want, not what I want
And I'm not tryna make you feel bad
Guess right now I'm missing real bad
When Saturdays were us
That used to be enough
But now you got new clothes and new kicks
And sad jokes with the cool kids