| We never learned how to slow down |
| Like all the boys in my hometown |
| We grew up on a calm down |
| And we drank cheap cider at high tide |
| But he moved on to the White line |
| Using up all of his life lines |
| Picking fights, broken bones |
| Never show he won’t let it out, now |
| Cause some cuts are too deep |
| It’s too big, it’s too heavy now |
| We hide behind a fake smile and cheap thrills |
| We are terrified to talk about ourselves |
| Cause we don’t want to be the one percent |
| But we’re not built to last, we’re just young men |
| Don’t tell me he had too much to lose |
| Don’t tell me he was taken way too soon |
| Cause we don’t want to be the one percent |
| But we’re not built to last, we’re just young men |
| Oh we’re just young men |
| He lived Friday night for his brothers |
| But he threw fists with his father |
| Guess he conquered his fear of the water |
| Picking fights, broken bones |
| Never show he won’t let it out, now |
| Cause some cuts are too deep |
| Are too big, are too heavy now |
| We hide behind a fake smile and cheap thrills |
| We are terrified to talk about ourselves |
| Cause we don’t want to be the one percent |
| But we’re not built to last, we’re just young men |
| Don’t tell me he had too much to lose |
| Don’t tell me he was taken way too soon |
| Cause we don’t want to be the one percent |
| But we’re not built to last, we’re just young men |
| Oh we’re just young men |
| We’re just young men |
| Yeah we’re just young men |