I'm sick of time wasted On nostalgic afternoons Playground swingsets The vacant lots and booze Full moon blackouts Will knock me out real soon Rooftop lamenting Look at it all those moves Take it down pass it around uh huh Push it on the envelope of sound A local freight train rider Took the chance to prove That when the whistle blows I'll be just like you Just like your first kiss In your middle school I lost my innocence When I saw you