Bought a guitar my brother taught me to play
Then we wrote a couple songs and you learned to play bass
Practiced every night, thought we'd do this till we die
Now that I'm older seems like someone else's life
All the long nights in your bedroom studio
In the basement jamming all the shitty songs that we wrote
We were playing out hearts out for ten kids a show
So many years ago

Now all that's left
Of the dreams we had
Are the demos we tracked in a pile at the back of your closet
Our unsold merch
Couple stickers and shirts
Fading old memories shot in 480p at our concerts
You can fit the best years of my life
In a cardboard box that's only one foot wide (one foot wide)

You'd always find a way to get us into a fight
And you said you'd quit the band probably hundreds of times
Punched a hole in the wall, threw your cymbals on the floor
We tried to make it work, couldn't do it anymore
But there were good nights in your bedroom studio
In the basement jamming all the shitty songs we wrote
We were playing our hearts out for ten kids a show
So many years ago

Now all that's left
Of the dreams we had
Are the demos we tracked in a pile at the back of your closet
Our unsold merch
Couple stickers and shirts
Fading old memories shot in 480p at our concerts (at our concerts)
You can fit the best years of my life
In a cardboard box that's only one foot wide (one foot wide)

And we never had it better
In the faithful summer weather
But we can't stay here forever
And time rolls on and on