Текст песни Big Kids - Parents Are Still A Handful

Years have passed,
since the last time
that I raided my parents drawers,
but I still dream and my stomach still turns,
trying to figure out who they were,
did they breath the same fears,
hate the same wars,
did they stay up all night,
just to chase the party,
burn into the morning,
called my father on the phone,
told him I was scared of getting old,
told me to leave,
told me to run,
stay distracted at work son, have fun,
this time I'll do it right,
this time we'll do it right,
this time I'll do do it right,
this time, I'm taking your advice.