Have you ever gone back
To the things you used to love
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends
It hurts when you discover that
Nothing’s that great
You have bad taste
It’s much too late
To get back the time you’ve wasted
Teenage boys out having fun
Trying to pass for twenty-one
I sit back and wonder what it’s like
‘Cause everyone I know’s broken, or broke, or both
And I’m sick of seeing things not turn out right
Because
Nothing’s that great
You have bad taste
And it’s much too late
To get back the time you wasted
Yeah
Yeah
And the who’s who
Of the “fuck you”s
That I’d say
When I was young
I thought I had grown
Become more mature
But now I am sure
That I’m as dumb as I ever was
And I know this because
Tender hands and a smile
Does not a mother make
The years she spent teaching you common sense is what it takes
Nothing’s that great
You have bad taste
It’s much too late
To get back the time you wasted
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This may have been on my blog before, but I’m going to put it up again in lieu of uploading another favorite, because I feel I probably shouldn’t do that.
