once, we drank beer on the front porch every summer night/I pulled the labels off my Stella and smacked it on my chest/

that watch is broken now, those sandals have long since died/my buddy Logan is married now and had to cut his hair short for work/I still wear those rings, I unfortunately still own those pants/I still love Stella/but I don’t smack the label on my chest these days/cause the party is over and I’ve lost that 22yrold face