Lyric

Hey

Are we wasting time?

Maybe

Good

Then let's waste it right

You said

“Come on, we're wasting our youth”

I said

“Since when did youth have a due date?”

You stared at me like I'd missed the point

Then grabbed my sleeve and said, “Just move”

No plans, no map, no reason why

Just one more train beneath the evening sky

You call this youth like everyone should know

I don't

But fine

Let's go

She keeps a list of things that youth should be

Late trains, summer rain, ridiculous dreams

Rooftop sunsets, pictures out of frame

A hundred little moments she can name

He couldn't care less what they call these days

Hands in his pockets, looking half awake

“If you're having fun, isn't that enough?”

She says, “You really don't get it.”

He says, “So what?”

Funny how the brightest laugh

Can hide the deepest cut

Funny how the quiet ones

Have already said too much

Maybe we're all carrying something

We never learned to name

Still

Tomorrow comes anyway

So fill it up, fill it up

Every empty space

With stupid jokes

And after-school mistakes

We don't need a perfect youth

We just need today

Scars and all

We're living anyway

Fill it up, fill it up

Whatever's missing inside

If this is youth

Then let's waste it right

No need to know what comes next

Come on, we're not done yet

Our empty days are ours to fill

One laughs louder when the room gets cold

One acts fearless so nobody knows

One reaches out for everything she missed

One turns away like none of it exists

One never learned what youth should mean

So he watches everyone else and thinks

Maybe this strange, ridiculous mess

Isn't so bad

Maybe this is it

Brightness can become a scar

Laughter can become one too

Awkward hands and careless words

Can hide what we've been through

We don't have to erase it

We don't have to make it right

Just don't pretend

It isn't there tonight

So fill it up, fill it up

Every empty space

With stupid jokes

And after-school mistakes

We don't need a perfect youth

We just need today

Scars and all

We're living anyway

Fill it up, fill it up

Whatever's missing inside

If this is youth

Then let's waste it right

No need to know what comes next

Come on, we're not done yet

Our empty days are ours to fill

Maybe your smile was how you survived

Maybe my silence kept me alive

Maybe we learned the wrong way to heal

But a wound doesn't make these days less real

We don't need to bury the pain

We don't need to become it either

Leave a little room inside

For tomorrow

For each other

For something stupid

We haven't tried yet

Empty?

So what?

There's still room

Missing something?

Then find it

Got a wound?

Yeah

We all do

But we're still here

So

What are we doing tomorrow?

Fill it up, fill it up

Every empty space

With stupid jokes

And after-school mistakes

We don't need a perfect youth

We just need today

Scars and all

We're living anyway

Fill it up, fill it up

Let the whole world pass us by

We'll miss the train

And call it a good night

No need to know what comes next

Come on, we're not done yet

Our empty days are ours to fill

Our empty hearts still have some room

Our broken parts are living too

So fill it up

Fill it up

This youth is ours to choose!

“So… we're doing youth now?”

“That's the plan.”

“Okay. But what does youth even taste like?”

“…Are you serious?”

“Someone please explain it to him.”

“Sweet and sour, apparently.”

“Why would anyone eat that?”

“THAT'S NOT WHAT IT MEANS!”