poor posture - nothing,nowhere.

The sound of the shaking trees

Brushed by that August breeze

All that’s left is memories

Could almost bring you to your knees

Trying to save my sanity

Rolling by, skating in my black tee

It’s like I slept since 2010

Now it’s white walls, try to pay the rent

I got these memories inside my brain

'Cause when I go home it’s not the fucking same

'Cause everybody loves growing up

But you won’t say the same when you see that time’s up

The sound of the shaking trees

Brushed by that August breeze

All that’s 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