Shit Apples, Randy

We're not the same ol' kids we know we used to be  Still fucking up but not as free  We're getting older but none the wiser  Just a little more naive  Holding on to a past we can't remember  Holding on to memories I never asked for  Smoked the last ten years right out my fuckin' brain  If they're coming back, can we skip the pain?  The better times are what we're all about  Does growing up mean selling out?  Holding on to a past we can't remember  Holding on to memories I never asked for  We're holding on to broken dreams  Another faded memory  We're holding on to our past