Yearbooks are like hand grenades, 
If you don’t want to let go you wake up missing a hand
And they’re nostalgic at 23 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 [bad word] up and then we puke in our own sheets

Every time we get together it’s all [bad word] 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
You don’t wanna let go, you end up missing in the end
Don’t be nostalgic at 23
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 [bad word]  got some friends you should meet
We reminisce till we’re [bad word] up and then we puke it on our sheets

When it lies, we stay the same
For the people that we 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.

And if I have to be [bad word] up to put up with your [bad word]  open up wide
I guess I better open up wide