What's with this guy that calls himself my own reflection?
One part party, three parts nervous introvert
The self-made outsider with occasional conviction
I miss my friends, it breaks my heart for what it's worth

Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?

Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been

Sometimes I can't move my body in the morning
I feel like Cameron Frye, just paralyzed in bed
Nostalgia hits me with the weight and without warning
So I scroll through the pictures and captures
Man, it's almost like I'm there

Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?

Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been
I just want to be in a basement with my friends
Making noise again
I still come back home for a visit now and then
But I'm on the outside looking in