No Bridges Left MEMIX

Everybody talking 'bout the good old days,

Man, I remember mine a different way.

No money, bad judgment,

worse advice, Thought being fucking reckless meant enjoying life.

Chased the wrong girl,

trusted fake friends, Burned good bridges just to build 'em again,

Thought I knew everything at twenty-five— Thank God that idiot didn't ruin

my life. (hahaha)

They say, "Don't you wish

you could go back?"

Fuck no.

I barely got out the first time.

I DON'T MISS WHO I WAS!

I remember him enough!

He had fire in his blood— BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE

FUCK IT WAS FOR!

I DON'T MISS WHO I WAS!

Let the past stay where it does!

Everybody wants their young years back— I LIKE WHO I'M BECOMING TOO

MUCH.

Now I know when someone's lying,

Know when walking beats a fight,

Know that everybody smiling Doesn't get a piece of my life.

Know that money disappears,

Know that time disappears faster,

Know sometimes the biggest fuck-up Turns into the thing that matters.

Got some scars I wouldn't purchase,

Got some lessons overpriced,

But if wisdom came from winning— I'D STILL BE STUPID,

RIGHT?

Maybe getting older isn't losing who you were.

Maybe— you finally get to meet the motherfucker you were trying

to become.

I DON'T MISS WHO I WAS!

Yeah, I remember him enough!

He survived long enough to hand me Every lesson that he bought.

I DON'T MISS WHO I WAS!

And I ain't finished growing up!

If you offered me my old life back— I'D TELL YOU KEEP

THAT FUCKING STUFF!

THE GOOD OLD DAYS?

THESE ARE 'EM.