People change like the tides in the ocean At least I think or am I dead wrong?
Foot on the brake at the light, I don't notice I sit and wait until the next song
* Twenty hours in an old van Up the east coast through the cold wind
Drove twenty hours by the oceanUp the east coast, what a road trip
** Now that interstate is paved with memories Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
And every winter I think back to what we used to be In that past life we lived at eighteen
Oh, oh, oh Woah, woah, woah Oh, oh, oh Woah, woah, woah
Uh, I reminisce about a past life Things change, I get it 'cause nothing lasts, right?
Yeah, and I was thinkin' 'bout her last night
Scrollin' through our memories debatin' 'bout our last times
Ayy, for a minute we was cool Then we flew just a little too close to the sun
Now we finished, now we through Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up
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