We're not getting any younger We only have this Summer. So, let's live it up before we all grow up fast. And we'll all look back with no regrets And no intentions to forget Who we really are even if things never go our way.
I've short legs, but my temper's shorter. Growing up is an instinct, but it's been fucking torture lately. That's why I'm barely holding on to what is left of me. I've got a huge chip perched up on my shoulder And if the wind blows it off it will get fucking colder Let's be outcasts for being stuck in 2003.
Four kids one dream. We're toughing this storm out. Treading seas. So tell me when the hell things will finally go as planned Because songs about girls gets us nowhere fast.
We're not getting any younger We only have this Summer. So, let's live it up before we all grow up fast. And we'll all look back with no regrets And no intentions to forget Who we really are even if things never go our way.
You've got a big mouth, but your ego's bigger. We can make it out alive but our chances get slimmer for us. We're losing touch but we've never even got close yet. Gabe got accepted to ASU. Austin still has to live through senior year of high school, And Cole got a two year mission in Japan.
Four chords, one theme. We're all slowly drowning, waist deep. So tell me when the hell things will finally look up for us Because my neck is sore from always looking down.
We're not getting any younger We only have this Summer. So, let's live it up before we all grow up fast. And we'll all look back with no regrets And no intentions to forget Who we really are even if things never go our way. We'll say it's alright, It's alright. (ALRIGHT!) We'll pull through just fine. We'll say it's alright, It's alright. (ALRIGHT!) We'll pull through just fine.