Growing All My Hair Out

I carry this old lighter in my pocket
Even though I haven't smoked since young
But I still like to light up other's cigarettes
Sometimes I just do it for fun

Maybe it's the sound of their first exhale
Maybe it's the smell that soothes my soul
There's calmness in completing someone's craving now
Since I lost all my self control
Yeah, I lost every bit of my control

I'm growing all my hair out just for the summer
Take it back to 1989
A cooler full of bad beer and seats for Metallica
I remember everything was fine
Everything was perfectly fine

All of my youth falls off my shoulder
Washes away into the sea
All of it wasted getting older
So this bar is where I'll be