Kids - Sam Williams/Keith Urban (凯斯.厄本)
Lyrics by：Hank Compton/Boots Ottestad/Eric Arjes
Composed by：Hank Compton/Boots Ottestad/Eric Arjes
There's a lot of cold money in this town
A lot of pretty girls still heartbroken over boys who go to college
'Cause there's nothin' to do
But sleep drink cheat and wear boat shoes
There's a lot of big houses with empty rooms
Keys under the mat to sneak back in and stumble through the kitchen
Get sick on the floor
Pass out on the couch and don't wake up 'till four
I'm tired of gettin' high to fight what's gotten me down
I'm a liar if I say it gets better if you stick around
It never gets better if you stick around
We're just kids
Too cool to grow up
Too dumb to stay young
We're just kids
Alone in the crowd
Too in to get out
Deep down we're just kids
There's a lot of fake pictures on the highlight reel
Lot of fake love to make you feel
Like you better than the others or at least as good
But underneath it all you're just as misunderstood
It's pathetic
Washin' off the makeup no one wants to wear
So ironic
We wanna feel connected so we pretend to care
'Cause we're so freaked out when nobody's there
We're just kids
Too cool to grow up
Too dumb to stay young
We're just kids
Alone in the crowd
Too in to get out
Deep down we're just kids
Too cool to grow up
Too dumb to stay young
We're just kids
Alone in the crowd
Too in to get out
Deep down we're just kids
We're just kids
There's a lot of cold money in this town
A lot of pretty girls still heartbroken over boys who go to college
'Cause there's nothin' to do
But sleep drink cheat and stayin' lit like a fuse
We're just kids
Too cool to grow up
Too dumb to stay young
We're just kids
Alone in the crowd
Too in to get out
Deep down we're just kids
