I miss dinner talks and walks around the block with mom inWatching slasher films, how I would kill to feel that thrill againSpending all my time on finish lines, I don't know whyMaybe I should call my dadI wish the time passed like seasons in LAWhen grass in the front yard was waiting for greener daysIt's the panic of growing upIt's the fear of falling downAnd if life ain't what you want itDon't come back aroundIt's the panic of growing upIt's the fear of missing outWill it ever be enoughIf I'm a victim of nostalgiaWill I always be the words I wrote when I was 17Will the world still be around when I turn 63Cause getting older's getting oldAnd I wish someone would've told meI wish the time passed like seasons in LAWhen grass in the front yard was waiting for greener daysIt's the panic of growing upIt's the fear of falling downAnd if life ain't what you want itDon't come back aroundIt's the panic of growing upIt's the fear of missing outWill it ever be enoughIf I'm a victim of nostalgiaI don't wanna feel so forlornBut I am right now*