

Yeah,
yeah
Kaden Funk was a pretty solid beer pong player He may have
won the series, but he didn't win the war
And every time he drank a cup of beer
He would remember those glory days
He won the series,
but he lost the war
(that's right)
Looking at the cups left on the floor
Every single sip brings him back to the start
Glory days fading in his heart
Staring at the table,
plastic cups in a line Chasing after moments frozen in time He
was the local king,
throwing with precision Now he's just staring,
locked in his vision
(glory days,
yeah)
He won the series,
but he lost the war
(that's right)
Looking at the cups left on the floor
Every single sip brings him back to the start
Glory days fading in his heart
Glory days,
glory days
(just a memory now)