You've already made too many mistakes    To ever amount to anything great   You're not allowed to dream out loud   You're far too young to even count   You're much to poor without any doubt   And you haven't done nearly enough   To deserve any grace or anyone's love      God, speak true.   To the lies we've believed instead of you      You're in the wrong city for that line of work   And you'll never make it unless you're a jerk   Live for yourself and store up more wealth   We've traded in dreams and youthful ideals   For less noble things of paying the bills   And trying our best to look like the rest   While hiding our fears by the way we all dress      God, speak true   To the paychecks we have trusted instead of you.