Kids These Days Video (MV)

We get stoned down on the pier
My parents don't like me coming out here
You wished away your teenage years
I looked for loose change for the bus fare

Your words grow darker every day
Like the cuticles beneath your right-hand nail
You started to smoke for the look it gave
Now you can't go a single day without

You say your folks won't understand
They'll pretend they were dealt the same hand
They'll say they worked it out just fine
But all the kids these days do is cry

You smell like smoke and your parents' house
You could never hide that you never moved out
You're like a time capsule all about
The time we spent back in your town

There's been months since we lived in the same city
You still text me when a boy calls you pretty
We used to think nineteen was fifty
I used to think you'd grow up with me

You say your folks won't understand
They'll pretend they were dealt the same hand
They'll say they worked it out just fine
But all the kids these days do is cry