Too young to be nostalgic, too old to be so thick, Too young to be so jaded, too old for all that shit. We lived a mile a minute & everything seemed so unreal, We took it all for granted, like life was no big deal...
Chorus: Empty bottles and a broken nose, living on the edge thats how it goes and i'd tell you all that i've grown up but that ain't the case at all..... Empty bottles and a broken nose, living on the edge thats how it goes, I wouldnt change a thing and that's the truth but i'd trade it all to go back to my misspent youth.
Remember back when we were kids, I think about it all the time Nothing truly changes, but as they say time flies We were causing trouble, we were wild & free, These memories are all I have and they mean everything to me.
Lost years, found scars, memories close to my heart... Lost years, found scars.