Because I still think about the old days
In a city with my own fate
Twenty-five don't feel the same way
The streets keep changing names
We all spend time now at your mom's place
On the west side in the forest
All of our story went the same way
When we had time to waste
And I think that I'm falling
I'm tripping and I'm crawling
It feels like rather often
The years do come to pass
And I keep getting older
My money's getting colder
The things that always mattered
I know for sure won't last