Why did we all feel more alive when we were 17? We hardly passed our classes, we barely knew a thing But here we are at 22 reaching back far as we can Grasping for some sense of what we used to have back then Growing up is killing me The more i age, the softer my heart beats I think that's why we cry at night At pictures that we took on sunset beach 'Cause we're stuck inside but we feel alive When we take the time to miss things Growing up is killing me The more I age, the softer my heart beats I think that's why we cry at night At pictures that we took on sunset beach 'Cause we're stuck inside but we feel alive When we take the time to miss things