So the question is why doesn't he grow up

Why does he still behave as a child

How can we help him get rid of these leftovers from chidish behavior

This is the winter of our youth

Oh but I'm not there yet

I've got nostalgia running through me
And I don't like it
Oh my my my my
Now I can almost taste it taste it

But I just hope we didn't waste it

I know the winter's getting colder
But why just cause we're a little older do
I relive it I relive it
Oh I'm peddling backwards
Even if I'm peddling alone
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh

It's 4a.m. here comes the fear
I'm not prepared yet

And when we pick over the past we glorify it
Oh my my my my
I hope I wasn't wasted wasted

I hope I didn't drink it away

I know the winter's getting colder
But why just cause we're a little older do
I relive it I relive it
Oh I'm peddling backwards
Even if I'm peddling alone
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh
I let myself bathe in the past for way way way too long

And now it seems that I've drunk too much to give you what you want
I know the winter's getting colder
But why just cause we're a little older do
I relive it I relive it
Oh I'm peddling backwards

Even if I'm peddling alone
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh
I'm peddling backwards
Even if I'm peddling alone
Can't help it
I relive it I relive it oh