It's a massive cliche To reminisce On the good old days But we're gonna do it anyway Sometimes it feels poetic Sometimes it feels prosthetic Regardless, we hear The same refrain This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? I met my first best friend On the bus In the first grade We talked Dragon Ball Z And Tony Hawk games We vandalized our neighbor's house We called him Don He was a grouch In retrospect I hope he was okay This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not that complicated Kids will be kids And when grown-ups get to fighting There is a shift And the heart sees it right to harden And reject the gift Yet, when overwhelmed by forgiveness The words hit different This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? This is not the way That you thought It would turn out, did ya? You didn't think that it would turn out this way You didn't think that it would turn out this way You didn't think that it would turn out this way You didn't think that it would turn out this way