Lyrics
We stay the same, tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me 23, tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me
I guess i better open up wide, right behind this bar i ve got some friends you should meet
here it lies
You re full of shit, it s a wasted night we won t remember, clear out the background
the people to the right of me
you re full of shit
Every time we get together it s all shit talk and whiskey breath, here it lies
It s a wasted night we won t remember, clear out the background, here it lies
when it lies
got some friends you should meet
If you don t want to let go you wake up missing a hand, we reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets, when it lies
tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me
we reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets
Yearbooks are like hand grenades, it s a wasted night we won t remember at, you re full of shit
We reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke it on our sheets, there it lies 23, for the people that we lost and the people that we happen to meet
the people to the right of me
And they re nostalgic at 23 for the things they barely lost, we reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets Nostalgic, if you don t want to let go you wake up missing a hand
And if i have to be fucked up to put up with your bullshit, the people to the right of me, look in the background for all the things you didn t see
all that remains
clear out the background
And the people that they happened to meet, you re full of shit
and if i have to be fucked up to put up with your bullshit
right behind this bar i ve got some friends you should meet
If you don t want to let go you wake up missing a hand, got some friends you should meet
yearbooks are like hand grenades
I guess i better open up wide, yearbooks are like hand grenades
We reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets, you end up missing in the end Battles, we stay the same
I guess i better open up wide, we stay the same, we reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke in our own sheets
tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me
And the people that they happened to meet, and there it stays
Clear out the background, and there it stays Nostalgic, and if i have to be fucked up to put up with your bullshit
when it lies
We reminisce till we re fucked up and then we puke it on our sheets, and you re a mess and i m the same
When it lies, and there it stays
for the people that we lost and the people that we happen to meet
You re full of shit, don t be nostalgic at 23
there it lies
look in the playground for all the things you didn t see
you end up missing in the end