Tekstovi: Hollywood. Starving Artists. No One Can Beat Us.

Rememer when we were 16 chasing after the same dream. It didnt matter if we were to live or die as long as we were side by side. We would destroy the nights with all those carefree fights, and listen to the Bouncing Souls. Where did your dreams go? We'd skate til we couldn't see. Sing songs til we couldn't breathe. Where did your dreams go? Out the window chasing sounds from the radio. The glory days when we were true believers. Remember when the radio use to play our favorite songs? What the fuck went wrong? Where did we go wrong?