Fifteen
You Am I Lyrics


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Hate your friends
'cause they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right
The mirror on the living room wall
Ain't been too kind since you hit grade four
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time

He's the boy you got
He's the ticket stub that never won a prize
And and there's no hard sell 'cause he's got a face
Came straight from a fight

But he answers we he calls
And he's under six feet tall
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your time

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There ain't no way to disguise it

Hate your friends
'cause they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right

The ones who shine so bright
Are made or broke come Friday night
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know its just not your

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There ain't no way to disguise it

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight




Just put your things away, you know its just not your time
That's the way, we're gonna get it right

Overall Meaning

"You Am I's song Fifteen" is a powerful reflection on adolescent angst and the challenges of fitting in. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a young life marked by pain, anger, and a pervasive sense of isolation. The theme of self-hatred and a desire to escape one's life is evident throughout the song, which begins with the singer's declaration that he hates his friends because they're the only ones who make him want to die. The "priss and preen" of their scene is a source of irritation for him, as he feels they'll never understand him and the pain he's going through.


The mirror on the living room wall is evidently a source of grief for the singer, as it reminds him of his own physical unattractiveness and the fact that he's been struggling with feeling bad about his looks since he was little more than a child. The boy he's with is a source of some solace, though he's far from perfect. His ticket stub never won a prize, but he's there for the singer when he needs him, and that's more than anyone else seems to be able to say.


The song's chorus paints a vividly emotive picture of a young life that's full of pain, confusion, and insecurity. The singer relates to these lyrics so deeply as they describe his own experiences so acutely. The feeling that there's no way to disguise the pain and the isolation from oneself is raw and powerful.


Line by Line Meaning

Hate your friends
You despise your friends


'cause they're the only ones that make you want to die
Because they are the only ones who drive you to suicidal thoughts


And they make their scene the priss and preen
They are showy and superficial in their mannerisms and presentation


They'll never get it right
They consistently fail to understand or succeed in life


The mirror on the living room wall
The reflective surface displayed in your living room


Ain't been too kind since you hit grade four
Has not been flattering of your physical appearance since fourth grade


But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
In truth, the final message he will provide this evening


Just put your things away, you know its just not your time
Merely put away your belongings, as it is not yet your moment to shine


He's the boy you got
He is the male individual you have in your life


He's the ticket stub that never won a prize
He is similar to a raffle ticket that never obtains a reward


And and there's no hard sell 'cause he's got a face
There is no requirement for persuasion since he possesses a striking appearance


Came straight from a fight
He had likely just come from a physical altercation


But he answers we he calls
He consistently responds when he is summoned


And he's under six feet tall
He is shorter than six feet in height


He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He is of substantial size and lacking in intelligence, akin to a hot dog tucked in a bun


He's jeans never fit quite right
His trousers never accurately conform to his physique


But there's a razor blade cut
However, there is a visible incision caused by a sharp blade


And a feeling in your gut that says
You have a strong intuition that


There ain't no way to disguise it
His true nature and appearance cannot be concealed


The ones who shine so bright
Individuals who radiate with brilliance


Are made or broke come Friday night
They are either successful or unsuccessful on Friday evenings


But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
However, truthfully, the final message he will impart this evening


Just put your things away, you know its just not your
Simply pack away your belongings, since it is not yet your time to accomplish great things


That's the way, we're gonna get it right
That is the method we will employ to achieve success




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: TIM ADRIAN ROGERS

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