We’re young inside a modern agenWe’re so wireless, we're so tirelessnSo frantic with the poker facenWe’re so collected, it's expected herennNo emotions on a rainy daynHeart is shaken, feels mistakennAnd your mind runs like a gunshot firednInside of a bulletproof roomnLittle holes in the walls where you've been punching them allnnThis one is fornAll of the broken hearted foolsnSo black and bluenYou’re way too young to feel this bruisednnNow we're formal in a casual placenWe’re so serious, we're all busy-nessnAnd we're whispering in a quiet spacenRunning on empty, nothing's plentynnThe wax and wick are burning both at the endsnHeart is trembling, you're barely standingnYou’re trying to sleep, counting infinite sheepnCounting the hours, ring through the towernCount the holes in the walls because you've been punching them allnnThis one is fornAll of the broken hearted foolsnSo black and bluenYou’re way too young to feel this bruisednnI know you feel the way you feelnI know you do the things you donI know you love the way you lovenI know you’ll do the things you’ll donnThis one is fornAll of the broken hearted foolsnSo black and bluenYou’re way too young to feel this bruisednThis one is fornAll of the broken hearted foolsnSo black and bluenYou’re way too young to feel this bruised