You go into a club, older men are looking
You say you're 21, so you get an Oatmeal Cookie
Spent your daddy's money at a cheap ciggy store
Then you spend your hours crying
When you come home at dawn
You tell me later, you can't do this anymore
Your friends get faker, but you still pick up the phone
You tell me later, you really didn't have fun
That's why you asked the waiter for another glass of rum
You've been damaged
You don't seem to manage
You wanna go back, but you've gone too far
You've been damaged
You don't seem to manage
You wanna go back, but you've taken too far
Your friends are mad and talking behind your back
And you're aware of that, and they make you cry
Behind the scenes of your social media show
There are million tiny heartbrakes
And you're ready for more
I tell you later, stop being naive
Your friends get faker, but you still pay for their drinks
I tell you later, I can see when you're sad
All what those people do is let you down
You've been damaged
You don't seem to manage
You wanna go back, but you've gone too far
You've been damaged
You don't seem to manage
You wanna go back, but you've taken too far
Your friends are mad
Your friends are mad