We would drive from Milwaukee to Silver Lake
Can't decide between hobo packs or cheap ass steak
Feel delight at a cooler full of coke in glass
Spend our days as if they were our one last chance
Summer fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
Talk to girls too afraid to make a countermove
And escape when they come on to us with drinks at home
We would race in go-karts like we're Al and Mike
Smoke cigars in our campground by the firelight
Autumn fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
We were just 17
Times like they should've been
Go so fast
Go so fast
Best friends like you've not seen
Backyards and boxing
Thoughts that last
Youth does pass
Grayman - Our Yesterdays Lyrics
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We would drive from Milwaukee to Silver Lake
Can't decide between hobo packs or cheap ass steak
Feel delight at a cooler full of coke in glass
Spend our days as if they were our one last chance
Summer fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
Talk to girls too afraid to make a countermove
And escape when they come on to us with drinks at home
We would race in go-karts like we're Al and Mike
Smoke cigars in our campground by the firelight
Autumn fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
We were just 17
Times like they should've been
Go so fast
Go so fast
Best friends like you've not seen
Backyards and boxing
Thoughts that last
Youth does pass
Can't decide between hobo packs or cheap ass steak
Feel delight at a cooler full of coke in glass
Spend our days as if they were our one last chance
Summer fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
Talk to girls too afraid to make a countermove
And escape when they come on to us with drinks at home
We would race in go-karts like we're Al and Mike
Smoke cigars in our campground by the firelight
Autumn fades away
Stories still remain
Of youth and all our yesterdays
We were just 17
Times like they should've been
Go so fast
Go so fast
Best friends like you've not seen
Backyards and boxing
Thoughts that last
Youth does pass
Writer: Christopher Johnson
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