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I was born in a messed up century
My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry—
I bought a car, Beretta, age 16
I brush my teeth with cause I aint got time for cavities
My daddy put a to my neck
Said, If you kiss a boy, Im gonna fake your death
So I t—
Then I went out to the garden and I my best friend
Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know Ill never be alone
Its alright, well survive
Cause parents aint always right
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
 watch my mum and dad laugh
They told me casual affection leads to—
But its hard to get when youre so used to rejection
Yeah, the teacher loved the preacher
But then he had to leave her
Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader
Hi, nice to meet ya, got nothing to believe in
So let me know when my breathing stops
Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know Ill never be alone
Its alright, well survive
Cause parents aint always right
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that Im gonna get 
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that Im gonna get 
My high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
High hopes are getting low
But I know Ill never be alone
Its alright, well survive
Cause parents aint always right
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I