Yearbooks are like hand grenades, If you don’t want to let go you wake up missing a hand And they’re nostalgic at 23 for the things they barely lost And the people that they happened to meet
Tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me Look in the background for all the things you didn’t see Right behind this bar I’ve got some friends you should meet We reminisce till we’re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets
Every time we get together it’s all shit talk and whiskey breath It’s a wasted night we won’t remember Maybe I’ll drink myself to death
Here it lies, all that remains You don’t wanna let go, you end up missing in the end Don’t be nostalgic at 23 All the things you thought you lost aren’t even close to what you wanted to be
Clear out the background, the people to the right of me Look in the playground for all the things you didn’t see You’re full of shit, got some friends you should meet We reminisce till we’re fucked up and then we puke it on our sheets
When it lies, we stay the same For the people that we lost and the people that we happen to meet
There it lies, and there it stays And you’re a mess and I’m the same.
And if I have to be fucked up to put up with your bullshit, open up wide I guess I better open up wide