I begin by saying:
You were right
When you suggested
I was looking for some feeling
that wasn't to be found
except for in the pages
And poetry of ages
All that teenage fury
I hope you wrote that down

I admit that
At the start it shook me
I confess, it took me
Several months of fury
To burn that city down
But now that I am older
My blood seems to run colder
And I don't get that feeling
When you are around

In its stead, I have steady hands,
In its place, I am making plans
In the space where I used to spit and scream,
There's measurement of temperament
I cultivate my teenage dreams

So again, into the fray
Again, go see you play
Again, just drum & bass
Again, your perfect face
But I don't care about the future,
And all I can say to you is:
I don't want to hurt you
And I don't think that you do
Want for me to search you
For your teenage fury
Now that we are grown

So it stands, a monument
Still there
The same thing, self aware
Just shadows in the dark
My favourite work of art
I think it's finished -
Shall we hang it in the gallery?
All that teenage fury
Of my very own
Of my very own
Of my very own
Of my very own
Of my very own