Young

We're overprotective We don't see her perspective Got an iron fist that we raise at any chance We can't trust her Clouds of thunder Being sixteen is always so unfair Why the hell can't we just take her there She's got a lot to say and we just don't care One of these days she's gonna grow up now Well she's still young she's got a lot to learn Someday soon she's gonna take these words and thank us Right now she'll hold it against us I know even if she don't believe That mom knows best one day she'll see She'll thank us Right now she'll hold it against us She's a kid with no room for fun Dog locked up with no place to run Prisoner stuck in her own small town We chained her legs just to keep her down Why the hell don't we trust boys to keep her safe We don't know what it's like to be young these days If he won't knock what does that say?