I miss smoking weed
with my best friends
Talking with some lonesome girl
until the party ends
Saying drinking isn’t cool
But we both know it is
I’m getting sick of this
Skipping class cause it was fun
We took off running directly
towards the sun
I said don’t you lie to me
But you lied through your teeth
And now my knees are getting weak
I hope by 21 I’d know it all
Never be afraid that I would fall
Fall down
At 22, miss my hometown
Jump in the ocean not scared
that id drown
I’m getting sick of this now
I miss the bonfires on weekends
Got punched in the face for kissing
someone’s girlfriend
Too much time we’re acting
Like highschool never ends
Now I’m wasting my breath
remember the time that we spent
Sitting in a shitbox car,
parking lots, 4 am
Lying to my parents when
they asked me where I am
We’re Too good for our own heads
I hope by 21 I’d know it all
Never be afraid that I would fall
Fall down
At 22, miss my hometown
Jump in the ocean not scared
that id drown
I’m getting sick of this now
I’m getting sick of it
Bottle runs and drinking gin
Called me in a crying fit
That your bound to forget
I’m getting sick of it
Bottle runs and drinking gin
I’m too tired of this
I’m getting sick of it now