Where I grew up
There's not much to see
As small town as
A boy can be
So carelessly we move
Through empty streets at night
You hold on to me
And I will to you
Together we will can it through
The smallest minds will think
We'll never make it out
To hell with it
To hell with it
I'm aware of everything I've done
I'm not done
Seventeen is so hard to be
In this small town on these old streets
Day to day, awake
We mostly dream of getting out
I'll pay for gas if you've got the time
Nowhere to go
But we can drive past county lines
Towards the city lights
In the end I'll love what I have made
To hell with it
To hell with it
I'm aware of everything I've done
I'm not done
To hell with it
To hell with it
I'm aware of everything I've done
I'm not done
I'm not done, oh I'm not done
I'll be bathing in the sun
I'll hold on, oh I'll hold on
I'll be bathing in the sun
In the end I'll love what I have made
There's nothing that could take that joy away
To hell with it
To hell with it
I'm aware of everything I've done
I'm not done
To hell with it
To hell with it
I'm aware of everything I've done
I'm not done