Arsehole

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
I wanted to be, and I was
Burning down bridges, fighting with strangers
Destroying everything I could, just because

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
Having lots of fun
Being selfish and headstrong, rebellious and rowdy
Pretty smart but always playing dumb

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
Everyone knew, or so it seemed
They whispered it softly or screamed it right at me
Tormented me in my dreams

When I was younger I was an arsehole
If I felt bad, I kept it hid
Looking up to legends who also were arseholes
Admiring all the terrible things they did

But time has a way
Of shaking it out
But time has a way
Of shaking it out

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
It pains me now looking back
Doors slammed closed, some stayed shut
I hurt some people, yeah there's that

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
It's weird but sometimes I feel proud
I burned with the fire of an angry choir
I turned my guitar up real loud

But time has a way
Of shaking it out
But time has a way
Of shaking it out

When I was younger, I was an arsehole
Somedays I still am
But you are my daughter and you've got that twinkle
Of mischief in your eyes, that says you understand

So let your dreams fill you with struggle and fury
Let your world be strange
And even if later, you realize you're an arsehole
It's never too late to change

But time has a way
Of shaking it out
But time has a way
Of shaking it out
But time has a way