Films, and such.

Remember at 16 the crazy drunken night we had,
When i kissed you in the hallway,
then i took you straight to bed.
Two years on i'm still the same boy,
and I'm not sleeping at night,
but i'm going from bar to bar.
Why can't i just rewind,
why can't we just rewind,
why can't we just rewind?

'I feel sorry for anyone who can identify with this'

Might be a quarter life crisis indeed. Or just the stirring in my soul?

Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin
For the later parade

And then i listened to High And Dry, thought a bit and moved on.