Darren Songtext
von phoneswithchords

Underage
Hidden rage
Banging our heads near the stage
Part scared to death
Part teenage pride
We knew the truth, but loved the lie
Stole all our stubborn confidence
From a punk rock poser
Some college kid
Who talked a lot about everything
We met at a show
He asked us our names


He drove an old, purple Subaru
At night it looked dark blue
Wore a studded belt and a wallet chain
When his folks split up he tried to hide the pain
Talking real, real big, but we knew he was
Full of shit still he wasn′t cruel
Like the jocks and jackasses at school
Despite all the facts we thought he was cool

Darren said he was straight edge
His teeth were crooked
You could tell people thought he was lame,
But he had a car and he knew our names

He drove us to shows and got us in
Said Nirvana was technically a punk band
I thought he was wrong, but I didn't say a word
I was out of the house away from my
Helicopter mom kind of like the one
On Almost Famous
It was good for a bit to break the spell
To finally be free in a suburban hell


You know sometimes with fast friends
They fall away just as quick
you rack your brain, but you can′t recall
Nothing happened nothing at all
It's like you woke up and you've moved on
And you can barely remember your favorite song
And you get older and it comes on
And you remember when

You were underage
Hidden rage
Banging your head near the stage
Part scared to death
Part teenage pride
You knew the truth, but loved the lie
Stole all your stubborn confidence
From a punk rock poser
Some college kid
Who talked a lot, but he was my friend
He was my friend
He was my friend