Do you think you?re up for this?nAre you ready to get undressednUndressed in your evening best besidesnEvery heart is like a house on fire with escapenRoutes in every roomnThese are the trials of our youthnnBut this charade is never going to lastnSo pick the poison and pour yourself a glassnI still feel the samenNo one's to blamennI will be waiting outside if you're ready to gonYour sundress reflects in the headlight glownBesides, every heart is like a house of cardsnWhen the walls break down on younThese are the trials of our youthnnThese are the fast timesnThese are the fast timesnnThese mistakes are just a part of the ridenAnd if we choke on the next tongue that we tienI still feel the samennThese are the fast times