In the start of spring there was a garden
Everyone had seen a pretty rose
Never made much sense
But it was gorgeous nonetheless
Grass between the crevice of your toes
Every bowling pin had been exploded
Drinking coca cans and getting high
Skidding on our knees
Spilling guts on balconies
Don't let your memories get you down
Harper Collins made me hate religion
And Jesus Christ had made me drink too much
Rock and roll was sweet
But it was never good for me
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Roll me
Roll me on a wheel
And hold me ask me how it feels
To start over at twenty seven years
On my heels
Coming back
And it kills
But I thank you
Ever since the summer I've been happy
Every day is wine and apple pie
None would ask for more
I've never felt like this before
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
Don't let your memories get you down
