Can't you see   That I'm not straight edge   You can tell   By the look in my eye   I hear that shit you preach   It's so far out of reach   You meaningless X's   Don't cry      It's done man   Yes, it's done man   Yes, it's done   We know your scene is gone   Yes it's gone, it's gone      Train of thought that you'll outgrow   It's only a matter of time   I'm old enough to think   So I'm old enough to drink   I won't ebb with your tide      Hide behind your X's, that is fine   But keep it to yourself   Don't you get it, admit it   This phase is for the under twenty one