Waking up in Charlton
Plan the night by sleeping in
Riverdale a summer dive
Salad days in the seven five

Shouting out obscenities
Your brother’s fake a remedy
Lost track of the girls we loved
But always sure of

Idols on our shirts
Drinking till it hurts
Dares to pass the time
Underweight but feeling fine

Movie nights on Buckroe beach
Holding hands at the roller rink
Your single mom was such a mess
Sat at home in her party dress

Giving in to peer pressure
Stay in school to come out worse
Touch the stove just to be sure
And late at night we’re

Sneaking out for fun
Bands inside our lungs
Back in bed by dawn
Never even gone from

Broken homes
You kept so close
Like a first kiss
Before things turn to
Shit and tears
Those teenage years
That felt so tough
But my hindsight
Says I’m stuck
Says I’m stuck
My hindsight says I’m stuck
Says I’m stuck
My hindsight says I’m stuck