Fall has passed me by, like a floating head from Castlevania
I don't know when my static life became so break-neck
Last year seems like yesterday, but I don't remember yesterday at all
I think Ill spend tonight reading in my basement wishing I could never grow this old

I know the time is coming when I can't write stupid songs about when I was young
Because Ill be too busy writing stupid songs about when I grew up
I don't want to write about a "you" who broke my heart again
unless you refers to a crappy game I played and heart means my nintendo
Sleeping in the basement has its benefits
sure it's pretty cold, but you know the sun will never rise this morning