Late summer sky, two colors deep, three wide and a third all by   And set to try to take away the shadows from your eyes   You shift and sigh, do we live fully grown when we learn to cry?   This is why I never hold a grudge against you, love      But hey, this is the future   And we don't grow up like that   Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails   And we scratch to the bottle when we need   Hey, this is the future   And we don't grow up like that   Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails   And we scratch to the bottle when we need      One body bends, one body twists and breaks and the lifetime is   We rush to amend the situation but it happens all the time   I could pretend to think fondly of half the summer that I spent   In the wilderness, playing soccer and kissing girls      But hey, this is the future   And we don't grow up like that   Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails   And we scratch to the bottle when we need   Hey, this is the future   And we don't grow up like that   Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails   And we scratch to the bottle when we need      And we learn to be ashamed of each other   And we learn to be ashamed of ourselves      One busy street, one flock of birds that scatters beneath my feet   All these simple things they stick to me like truth, like ice, like fire