Looking around wondering what became Of what I once knew Pop punk mutation lacking passion That keeps ringing untrue There's something wrong with this picture Hot topic setting standards for you to consume Many of the roots can be traced back To where were standing There were people just like me and you Who never thought of landing In a place bands got squeezed to make room For third generation blink-182 rip off's Is there something I don't get? How did you buy into this? Am I just getting older-losing touch? Or is there something I don't see I'm scratching my head in disbelief Am I just getting older-losing touch? Am I losing touch? Went to the vans warped tour last weekend Was an outsider looking in All the kids were buying so much crap Amidst a generation gap It was so fucking hot-it sucked Wanted a beer it cost six bucks Seen many faces throughout the years As soon as they come disappear And now I watch this band with black makeup And silly synchronized jumps In a gigantic parking lot In the Wal-Mart of punk rock I can't forget who I am or what I know Or change what I believe You can sell rebellion package it in many ways And claim it's not alright for me Am I losing touch-should I just give up? Am I losing touch-if I don't understand you Am I losing touch-if I never will Am I losing touch?