Young Dumb Immature

I'm not quite sure what you think of me

Your words and your actions never agree

And how do we fit, well, I'm not quite sure

Am I just too young, dumb, and immature?

And my friends are crazy and drink too much

And I'm not embarrassed by them, my love

So you can make assumptions all you want

I'm sorry you don't think they're good enough

Ah-ah

Tell me what it is, what you waiting for?

Won't let anybody in, you're so insecure

I'd rather feel effort, than be too scared to feel alone

Guess I'm better off

Being too young, too dumb, and immature

What do you think of me?

'Cause honestly, lately you're hard to read

And you think it's my fault we've gone too deep

But darling, you know that's a two way street

And maybe I'm flirty when I'm fucked up

And you're just as bad when you drink too much

And I'm not convinced you know what you want

I'm sorry you don't think I'm good enough

Ah-ah

Tell me what it is, what you waiting for?

Won't let anybody in, you're so insecure

I'd rather feel effort, than be too scared to feel alone

Guess I'm better off

Being too young, too dumb, and immature

Too young, too dumb, too wild, too fun

Too loud, too much, too busy not caring enough

Ah-ah

Tell me what it is, what you waiting for?

Won't let anybody in, you're so insecure

I'd rather feel effort, than be too scared to feel alone

Guess I'm better off

Being too young, too dumb, and immature

Too young, too dumb, too wild, too fun

Too much

Guess I'm better off

Being too young, too dumb, and immature