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, 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
(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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Luke Niccoli, Maia, Micah Premnath