Pink lyrics

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