Nothing,nowhere. - Poor posture [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All thats left is memories
Could almost bring you to your knees


Trying save my sanity, rolling by skating in my black tee
Its like I slept since twenty ten, now its white walls
Try to pay the rent
I got these memories inside my brain
Cause when I go home it's not the fucking same
Cause everybody loves growing up, but you won't say the same when you see that times up


The sound of the shaking trees
Brushed by that August breeze
All thats left is memories
Could almost bring you too your knees

Growing old, save your soul, told you so
I am not who I was, let it go [4x]