The Musings of a Misspent Youth

Being young was so much fun
All I had to was go to school and not get beat down
In 8th grade, coming home in the afternoon
Watching Saved By The Bell and looking for something too much on

The times that meant so much to me
Are all vague memories
The times that were filled with joy
Are fleeting fast and I can't seem to get a grasp

My science book is open, but my mind is closed
Eyes fixed on the TV—Oh... don't worry about folding clothes
These are the days that I will remember
And I don't ever want to let them go

The times that meant so much to me
Are all vague memories
The times that were filled with joy
Are fleeting fast and I can't seem to get a grasp

(Bridge)

Thinking about 1995
I really wish for the same old time
No objectives, no goals, doing whatever, whenever
If I do my homework, good... if not, there's always tomorrow

The times that meant so much to me
Are all vague memories
The times that were filled with joy
Are fleeting fast and I can't seem to get a grasp