The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All thats left is memories
Could almost bring you to your knees
Trying to save my sanity
Rolling by, skating in my black tee
Its like I slept since 2010
Now its white walls, try to pay the rent
I got these memories inside my brain
Cause when I go home its not the fucking same
Cause everybody loves growing up
But you wont say the same when you see that times up
The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All thats left is memories
Could almost bring you to your knees
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go