I'm sick of time wasted
On nostalgic afternoons
Playground swingsets
The vacant lots and booze
Full moon blackouts
Will knock me out real soon
Rooftop lamenting
Look at it all those moves
Take it down pa** it around uh huh
Push it on the envelope of sound
A local freight train rider
Took the chance to prove
That when the whistle blows
I'll be just like you
Just like your first kiss
In your middle school
I lost my innocence
When I saw you