gifted kid burnout Lyrics

Did they tell you

When you were eight-years-old

That you weren't like the other kids

You weren't quite as bold

Smarter, sharper, brighter than the rest

Special, precious, unique

Now you're sixteen

Broke and burning out in style

You lost your spark so long ago

You never really smile

Dyed hair, ripped jeans

You're a fucking mess

But you're always blaming circumstance

You never blame yourself

So, grow up and get a fucking job

You half-wit, outspoken hypocrite

You are not the genius they made you out to be

So, break free

Now you're sixteen

Frisky, in your bed alone

Making love to pretty people

That are living in your phone

High-strung, no fun

You're not the ingénue

You're an antisocial teenager

With nothing good to do

So, grow up and get a fucking job

You half-wit, outspoken hypocrite

You are not the genius they made you out to be

So, break free

If you worked that much harder

You could've gotten so much farther

If you had some more ambition

You wouldn't be in this position

You had potential

You threw it away

Away

Did they tell you

When you were eight-years-old

That you weren't like the other kids

You weren't quite as bold

Smarter, sharper, brighter than the rest

Special, precious, unique