Where was our youth left at?
Somewhere under the bleachers we sit at now
And now I can't remember last year
Slow it down, so I can climb back down
I'm running
Out of time for the
Things I had dreamt of
One day I'll wake to finally
See me clear, (like) how our parents became
But if I settle down I can't run out
Staring back down the end
Looking back up from the beginning
Staring back down the end, I tell myself
Don't forget this youth when you're a ghost
Drag this pair of dead legs
And go find us a seat but
Will we no where we are
When we are up here
Don't forget there's always a place underneath
No matter where you go
I've been steady for too long
And now I miss my friends, I miss them