I feel like all my friends know

Something's not right, feel it in our bones

Tonight, uh, everywhere we go

People pass by like we're fucking ghosts

Am I alive? Ah, ah, am I alive?

Look into a mirror, not a soul behind my eyes

And I, I remember alright, ah

It's the year I turned twenty-four and died

We were so hot

We were so posh

We were so sublime

'Til we turned twenty-four and died

We were so hot (Hot to the touch, haha)

We were so posh (Our collars popped)

We were so sublime (Yeah, the future's mine, woo)

Ha, 'til we turned twenty-four and died (Haha, yeah, yeah)

We can't go back

So might as well stay awhile (Yeah)

When I think about those nights

All I do is sit and smile

How many pictures can we look through?

Senior year photobook, old news (Yeah)

Every night, ah, Kincaid house

Party at mine 'til we make out (Haha)

Is it just history?

I need more memories (Yeah)

I'm carving out a path

I'm sending out the call, are you gonna hit me back?

We were so hot

We were so posh

We were so sublime

'Til we turned twenty-four and died ('Til we turned twenty-four and died)

We were so hot (Hot to the touch, haha)

We were so posh (Woo, our collars popped)

We were so sublime (Yeah, the future's mine, woo)

Ha, 'til we turned twenty-four and died (Haha, yeah, yeah)

We can't go back

So might as well stay awhile (Yeah)

When I think about those nights

All I do is sit and cry

Do you remember being expressive?

Do you remember challenging fate?

Do you remember having a dream for

Magazine covers, chasing it every day (Yeah)

I think now we take it back now

I think we should take it back now

I think we should take it back now

I think we should take it back now

I'm serious, se-serious, babe, I'm serious

I'm serious, se-serious, babe, I'm serious

I'm serious, se-serious, babe, I'm serious

I'm serious, se-serious, babe, I'm ser— (Fuck)

Ooh-ah

Yo, yo, so come on

I've seen a lot

I've seen a lot

(Hey) I've seen a lot (Hey)