The wood paneled walls
The orange ping pong balls
The mistakes, the retakes, and birthday cakes
We seen it all in such a short time
Safety rides, smiley fries
Wednesday with shirts and ties
Wiffle Ball at the hill, Frisbee at Boyden
I’d do it all again, it’s where we became men
Racks of stones, chicken wing bones
Same bar every week
We turned 21 and realized
19 was our peak
The people around us have changed
We’ve changed as well
But we can all go back
To when we were cool as hell
Sneaking drinks into the dorms and house parties
We blast Hootie and act like goofs
Is it really such a routine?
When you’re still living the dream?
The pictures are there to remember
Even if we don’t recall the shot
Hold on to the remaining memories
For they are all we’ve got
My Team, Your team,
Out of our league
The girls were the most fun
And the most drama too
Haircuts, beard offs
And a new message too
Nothing can stop us in the real world
Because nothing ever could
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