I can take four shots of vodka and still be alright
I can gamble away my money and party all night
I’m eighteen I can succeed in anything I try
I can do anything I want, but of course I can’t die
Sure on the news there are teens who die
But just like AIDS, we know everything on TV is a lie
Only the oldest of the old leave us here
I can’t handle the truth, only the beer
We’re teens. We only need to care about our petty fights
Concerned about our hair and boyless nights
Oh my god can you believe what she said?
It’s so not true. There’s no way she can be dead
Just like you, we were out partying with our Bobs and Matts and Kevins
And somehow you ended up at the pearly gates of heaven
The only thing that’s dead is our invincibility
Abby’s flight has touched our hearts and our humility