16

Woke up lying on the floor
Just me and an empty bottle
The last night was bad, like the others
So everything’s a mess
And I can’t remember
The last time a felt good
I don’t know how things got this way
And I keep on trying to find a way
To return to the past

Sleepless nights remind me of home
Oh, if I could go back home
In miles and miles away
I miss the quiet streets of Solitude
Feeling the wind hitting my face
Twenty-inch bicycles flying high
Are like black birds in the sky

I just wanna go back to when I was sixteen
And maybe things were better
When I was just a stupid kid
And I didn’t have to worry about anything
And my biggest problem was waking up early
And going to school
Having fun trying to be cool