Yearbooks are like hand grenades
If you don't want to let go, you'll wake up missing a limb
And they're nostalgic at twenty-three
For the things they barely lost
And the people that they happened to meet
Tear out the foreground and the people to the left of me
Look in the background for all the things you didn't see
Right behind this bar I've got some friends you should meet
We reminisce till we're ****ed up and then we puke in our own sheets
Every time we get together
It's all shit talk and whiskey breath
It's a wasted night we won't remember
Maybe I'll drink myself to death
Here it lies, all that remains
If you don't wanna let go, you end up missing in the end
Don't be nostalgic at twenty-three
All the things you thought you lost aren't even close to what you wanted to be
Clear out the background, the people to the right of me
Look in the playground for all the things you didn't see
You're full of shit, got some friends you should meet
We reminisce till we're ****ed up and then we puke in our own sheets
Here it lies, all that remains

Here it lies, all that remains

Here it lies, all that remains
If you don't want to let go, you'll wake up missing in the end
When it lies, we stay the same
For the things we barely lost and the people that we happen to meet
There it lies, and there it stays
And you're a mess and I'm the same
Yeah, there it lies, and there it stays
And you're a mess and I'm the same
Tear out the foreground

For all the things you didn't see
We reminisce till we're ****ed up and then we puke in our own sheets
Every time we get together
It's all shit talk and whiskey breath
It's a wasted night we won't remember
Maybe I'll drink myself to death
And if I have to be ****ed up to put up with your bullshit
Open up wide, open up wide, open up
I guess I better open up wide, open up wide

Open up wide, open up wide
Open up wide, open up wide