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