Lost At 17 Songtext / Lyric

'Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,
Already tired of being tired.
There's a line for fools like me,
But their brain style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping,
'Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach. 'Cuz the moon's got claws,
And she's got me in her reach
All day and night when I can't sleep.

'Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,
Already tired of being tired.
There's a line for fools like me,
But their brain style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping,
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out -

I'm lost at seventeen (lost at seventeen),
Already tired of being tired (lost at seventeen).
There's a line for fools like me (lost at seventeen),
But "their" brain-style is required (lost at seventeen)
And that line won't catch me tipping,
'Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach.