Though I'm young and cynical

That's not my only crime

I've been stealing all your cigarettes

To save another dime

In case you haven't noticed I just gave them all away

Tell me what do you think of me now

That I've traded all my armor for a crown

Come on what do you do with me now

That I've taken down the mirror on the wall

And the sweet rain is ready to fall

Giving it up for you

Well I take a lot of medicine

I don't really need

I was drinking at eleven

Getting high at seventeen

So now I don't appreciate the taste of expensive wine

Tell me what do you think of me now

That I've traded all my armor for a crown

Come on what do you do with me now

That I've taken down the mirror on the wall

And the sweet rain is ready to fall

Giving it up for you

Take your aim like artemis

And kill another dove

But when your heart becomes a hunter

You may wound your chance to love