I'll give anything to feel that way again 19, unburdened by responsibility Or fear of going outside My friends all together, our first taste of freedom Before being slapped in the face By realities of adulthood It was bliss As I say that, it feels less than genuine Everything looks nice through nostalgia-colored glasses But I had all the same problems then as I do now Looking backwards is futile self-sabotage I'll be fine (Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine...)