13 in my head again Thinking what I could have been. Remember when we slayed the truth We told them all we had the flu. Black light posters on the wall We barely made it down the hall Innocently wasted in our youth. What do we say now that we made it. Past the age now, when we're fated To living out the same old stories While we're searching for the glory In our yesterdays, seems like yesterday. 13 in my head tonight I wasn't looking for a fight. A lot to say for solitude Call me when you're in the mood. In the meantime I'll be found Buried in the basement turning up loud, Desperately searching for my youth What do we say now... ... Yesterday, seems like yesterday...