​a file cabinet full of bees

You are listening to arson green nostalgia
Youngburial

Got déjà-vu in that apartment
It reminds me of the past
Not doing shit, just kicking it
Smokin' cigs and skipping class
In Sleye's garage practicing
For another local show
I guess a lot has changed since then
Some things are still the same though

I'm still a nervous wreck
And I still cut my hair bad
I've got things to say
But the connection from my brain to my mouth is broken
Digging through the memories
A file cabinet full of bees, oh, well

Woo!
You are listening to arson green nostalgia

One night we were bored kids that wanted booze
Driving to the store, we wеre getting close
Walk in, grab a casе, then run fast as fuck
Zoom off in a car, we were dumb as fuck
Can you tell me more, I don’t remember that?
Brain cell on the floor, last one that I had
Beer behind the door, yeah, what you know 'bout that?
Used to be a little shit, now I'm just depressed