A freight train to the right, feeling that sting of pride
It’s fucking with me, it’s fucking with you
All’s fair in love and war until you say it isn’t but you’re wrong
Words on the back of flyers, my clothes are in the dryer
It means nothing, nothing is changing
La familia is dead and gone, the children grew up and moved on
Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I’m only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I’m gonna
Throw it away, I’ll throw it away (yeah)
Prime select and a box of glazed, pulling fly-bys on days
When we were young and innocent
Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit
Laughing at the bands we hate, all the spots we used to skate
Well, they’re still there, but we’ve gone our own ways
I know it’s for the best but sometimes I wonder
Will I ever have friends like you again?
Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I’m only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I’m gonna
Throw it away, I’ll throw it away (yeah)
Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I’m only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I’m gonna
Throw it away, I’ll throw it away (yeah)
You’re gonna drown in the mess you make
Your self-inflicted hate
You turn your back on the friends you lose
When they don’t follow all your rules
But people are what they wanna be
They’re not lemmings to the sea
Maybe it’s time that you looked at yourself
And stop blaming life on someone else
Nostalgia and Growing Apart
“Lemmings” by Blink-182 captures the bittersweet journey from youthful recklessness to adult realization. The song’s lyrics reflect on memories of close friendships, skateboarding, and carefree days, set against the inevitability of growing up and drifting apart. There’s a sense of longing for things to work out as they once did, matched with a recognition that life and relationships change—sometimes painfully so.
Self-Reflection and Individuality
Deeper into the song, Blink-182 challenges the idea of blindly following the crowd, using the metaphor of lemmings. The lyrics urge listeners to take responsibility for their choices and not blame others for life’s disappointments. It’s a call to embrace individuality and face uncomfortable truths, rather than conform or cast blame.
Song Credits
Songwriters: Mark Hoppus, Tom DeLonge, Scott Raynor
Release Year: 1997
Label: MCA Records