Poor Posture

[Chorus]
The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All that's left is memories
Could almost bring you to your knees

[Verse]
Trying to save my sanity
Rolling by, skating in my black tee
It's like I slept since 2010
Now it's white walls, try to pay the rent
I got these memories inside my brain
'Cause when I go home it's not the fucking same
'Cause everybody loves growing up
But you won't say the same when you see that time's up

[Chorus]
The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All that's left is memories
Could almost bring you to your knees

[Outro]
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go
Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go