When memories are all you have, all you really have is nothing
Hanging on to "how it used to be" and "better days"

How can you say that was it
I'm guilty of this too and afraid to admit
Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate it's song
The days have passed, it's time to carry on
Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate it's song
Never forget those days, but remember the good ones

Stone beaches and drunk love that was my life
But that was 2005
I still remember every sight, every smell, every girl
Every fight and every night owning the streets
But now it's over

I know this is all true because I'm guilty of this too
But don't hang on just to hang on

So pack it up and live for today
The kings and queens of my five years dreams are all dead to me

So you drink to forget and love to regret