victim of nostalgia

I miss dinner talks and walks around the block with mom and

Watching slasher films, how I would kill to feel that thrill again

Spending all my time on finish lines and don't know why

Maybe I should call my dad (Hello?)

I wished that time passed like seasons in L.A.

When grass in the front yard was waiting for greener days

It's the panic of growing up

It's the fear of fallin' down

And if life ain't what you want

It don't come back around

It's the panic of growing up

It's the fear of missing out

Will it ever be enough

If I'm a victim of nostalgia?

Will I always be the words I wrote when I was seventeen?

Will the world still be around when I turn sixty-three?

'Cause getting older's getting old

And I wish someone would've told me

I wished that time passed like seasons in L.A.

When grass in the front yard was waiting for greener days

It's the panic of growing up

It's the fear of fallin' down

And if life ain't what you want

It don't come back around

(I don't wanna) It's the panic of growing up

(Feel so bored of) It's the fear of missing out

(Of what I have right now) Will it ever be enough

If I'm a victim of nostalgia?

I don't wanna

Feel so bored of

What I have right now