Verse 1
Those special days
That I fail to recollect.
Had no problems, had no worries.
Now our happiness has been stripped.
Down to its simplest terms
Down to the pub at nine.
But we’ll be just fine.
(Right?)

Chorus 1
Now that the time has flown
It’s left the wax still melting
Now that the days are gone
I’m breathing underwater
Time will continue on
Nostalgia's never ending
While at the Parthenon
Those days will just get better

Verse 2
“Mediocre at best”
That’s any story of adulthood,
When you wake up and realize,
Things will always make you stressed.
“Mediocre at best”
A tribute to teenage death,
A symptom many of us kept,
Under grey hoods
Through coffee stained breath

Chorus 2
Now that the time has flown
It’s left the wax still melting
Now that the days are gone
I’m breathing underwater
Time will continue on
Nostalgia's never ending
While at the Parthenon
Those days will just get better

Verse 3
“I can't complain”
Isn't it the truth?
Nothing is too wrong
But you’re nailed to the roof
“Things aren't the same”
I really can relate
Some people are alright
With being an empty plate

(Bridge)

Chorus 3
Now that the time has flown
We take the bill and pay it
Now that the days are gone
We’re put in cardboard boxes
Time will continue on
A wall of separation
While at the Parthenon

(And I’ve forgot my wallet)