We’re young inside a modern age   We’re so wireless, we're so tireless   So frantic with the poker face   We’re so collected, it's expected here      No emotions on a rainy day   Heart is shaken, feels mistaken   And your mind runs like a gunshot fired   Inside of a bulletproof room   Little holes in the walls where you've been punching them all      This one is for   All of the broken hearted fools   So black and blue   You’re way too young to feel this bruised      Now we're formal in a casual place   We’re so serious, we're all busy-ness   And we're whispering in a quiet space   Running on empty, nothing's plenty      The wax and wick are burning both at the ends   Heart is trembling, you're barely standing   You’re trying to sleep, counting infinite sheep   Counting the hours, ring through the tower   Count the holes in the walls because you've been punching them all      This one is for   All of the broken hearted fools   So black and blue   You’re way too young to feel this bruised      I know you feel the way you feel   I know you do the things you do   I know you love the way you love   I know you’ll do the things you’ll do      This one is for   All of the broken hearted fools   So black and blue   You’re way too young to feel this bruised   This one is for   All of the broken hearted fools   So black and blue   You’re way too young to feel this bruised