Letras
The house that I grew up in isn't the house that I remember
Because the house that I grew up in it used to seem much bigger
And the yard I used to get lost in
When I was just a little kid
Became the yard I got drunk in
With all my friends before I left for college
And the house that you grew up in isn't the house that you remember
Because the house that you grew up in got sold in a foreclosure
All the cars and fancy things
Were bought with money that you never really had
So when the market tanked it all got taken from you by the banks
And our parents just don't get it yeah they're so out of touch
Cause they grew up in days of picket fences and entry level jobs
While half my friends i went to college with
Just scraping by with half as much
Thinking our degrees our useless if everybody has one and
Hell hath no fury like an entire generation that got
Strung out on heroin because we lost faith in everything
And the friends that I grew up with aren't the friends that I remember
Because the friends that I grew old with know that
The good old days are over dead and gone
Do do do do
I'm okay
There's no sense in mourning over spilled aspirations
Man why are you so sensitive? it's such a fucking bummer
My parents are growing old in the house that i grew up in
And I'm freaking out that half my friends are dead since senior summer
And the drinking on the weekends turned to drinking on the weeknights
And the drinking turned to harder things we didn't see it coming
And my mom is getting lost out in the yard I used to play in
And I know that by next summer she won't recognize my face
I'm not okay
La da da
I'm not okay
I'm tired of this
But hell hath no fury like an entire generation not ashamed
Of working shitty jobs to pay that student loan debt off
And the world that we grow old in
Won't be in the world that we remember
Because we're tearing it down brick by brick