Nostalgic At 23 Paroles

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
If you don’t wanna let go, you end up missing in the end
Don’t be nostalgic at twenty-three
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 in our own sheets

Here it lies, all that remains
Here it lies, all that remains There it lies, and there it stays
And you’re a mess and I’m the same
Yeah, there it lies, and there it stays
And you're a mess and I'm the same
Tear out the foreground
For all the things you didn't see
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
And if I have to be fucked up to put up with your bullshit
Open up wide, open up wide, open up
I guess I better open up wide, open up wide
Open up wide, open up wide
Open up wide, open up wide