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