Fucked up summer in our old home
Town back in 97 or six
Times like these when the hills are
Steep I think of how I miss
When an all booze diet and a cheap
Guitar was all we ever did need
Me and my best friends playing songs
Back then life was kinda sweet

We'd get drunk and play for fun's sake
Sing along to punk rock mix tapes
Now and then I long for those days

We could sing those songs till our
Heads turned blue
We could drink 'till we couldn't quite play
Now the booze is gone on and the
Crowd moved on
I long for better days

Fucked up summer in our old home
Town back in 97 or six
Times like these when the hills are
Steep I sit and reminisce
About an all booze diet and a cheap
Guitar and when we couldn't care less
I think of my best friends hanging
Out back then and times I really miss

We'd get drunk and play for fun's sake
Sing along to punk rock mix tapes
Now and then I long for those days
I long for better days...