Have you ever gone back to the things you used to love
Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends
It hurts when you discover that
Nothing's that great, you had bad taste, and it's much too late
To get back the time you wasted
Teenage boys out having fun, trying to pass for 21
I sit back and wonder what it's like
Cause everyone i know's broken or broke or both
And i'm sick of seeing things not turn out right
Because nothing's that great, you had bad taste, and it's much too late
To get back the time you wasted
And the who's who of the "fuck-yous" that i said when i was young
I thought i had grown, become more mature, but now i am sure
That i'm as dumb as i ever was, and i know this because
Tender hands, and a smile, does not a mother make
The years she spent teaching you common sense is what it takes
Nothing's that great, you had bad taste, and it's much too late
To get back the time you wasted
