Skipping school to skate all day We didn't give a fuck about anything We did what we want and There was nothing you could say Cheap seat ball games when we were kids You go left after the rat and then over the bridge But now nobody even knows who Bleacher Creature is And the doors to my favorite punk rock shows Have long been boarded up and closed And the once fresh paint on the walls of Gold's Is chipped and faed and growing old We all are growing older This is your life Open your eyes My father looks at his life when he was my age as glory days I refuse to let my memories be all of faded dreams I remember my youth as a time when I lived my life for only me That way I lived is the way I feel And I will not forget