Young Folks

If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story, word for word
Heard all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?

I did before and I have my shit
It didn't lead no way
I would go along with someone like you

It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through (Through, through)

And we don't care about the young folks
Talking 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talking 'bout our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking with me and you

Usually when things have come this far
People tend to disappear
No one would surprise unless you do

I can tell there's something going on
Hours seem to disappear
Everyone's leaving, I'm still with you

It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through (Through, through)

And we don't care about the young folks
Talking 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talking 'bout our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking with me and you

And we don't care
And we don't care
And we don't care
And we don't—
And we don't care...