You're Only Young Once

What good is living a long contented life,
When we can live a life so hard, like a car crash,
Live it irresponsibly, and go out with a boom,
A fire, and people can leave flowers at the side of the road,
Bitch about how the legal driving age should be made higher.
The corpses may be mangled, but they are the happiest corpses you will ever see.

What good is staying home, when there is music to be sang to,
In a voice that resembles shouting, but its loud,
And it gets the point across.
Every minute is here, and gone in a flash.
It means that second chances can’t be made, so what’s the point in wishing for them.

There is in such thing in making love.
But there is such a thing sex.
And there is such a thing as one night stands, Have lots of them, because your parents lie.
Sex isn’t special, not when your young. Not when you can have anyone you want.
Have any one you want.

Not everybody is out to get you, make friends,
Love your family, you parents yourself.
What’s the point in hating yourself, when you could be happy with what you have.
Go out and get drunk, try things you’ve never tied before.
Drink wine and don’t appreciate it.

Because you really are only young once.