I hate talking about when I was a kid

Everybody's telling me the awesome things they did

With their bikes underneath the hot summer sky

While I watched from afar, waving them goodbye

All your memories are making me sick

Oh Better run away before I throw a brick, bro

Don't care that you got a new Nintendo

Dirt is so much better than Super Mario

It's totally not nostalgic I swear I'm not being ironic

Look at that, it brings me to tears

Spare me your memories and get the fuck outta here

I wish I had all the things that you guys had Like better friends that didn't hate you

Man, I would've liked that And I wish I didn't have to wake up every

morning Hesitating going to school in fear of falling

All my memories are making me sick, oh

Not sentimental, quite distressful, extremely

sore Can't fight it, it's deep within my core

I wouldn't go back to how it was before

Cause I was just like you and I was on the outside too

I found everyone's eyes staring at me in the room

And I remember the days where I could learn how to play

And we played so many games and I was

And I was the guy playing Cod and riding bikes

You were the one that never ever got to switch sides

Stayed inside all of that day

But we have to misbehave

I was outside for days in the mud

And if I didn't do those things Would I be the same me

If I didn't do those things

It totally is nostalgic I swear I'm being honest

It doesn't bring me to tears Swear me the oddities

my memories are all that got me here