Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll

You said, “I’m sorry for the things we do not know”
Well, darling, it’s okay
I’m still just a kid and I’m still scared of the world
But I grow every day
But I still worry about the ways I stay the same

I want to go somewhere that don’t feel like where I’ve been
Drive with a plan to get lost
I can’t help but feel a little tired of this place
‘Cause freedom comes at a cost
And I worry about the ways I sell my soul

Mother said that peace and love
Are the same
As sex, drugs, and rock and roll
I don’t know about that
I don’t know about that
But it makes me feel better