Nostalgic at 23 - Junior Battles

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