Parking Lot – Blink-182


[Matt Skiba:]

Remember the days we would drink on the train

On our way to the show, Chicago

Naked Raygun live at the Cabaret Metro

Ten bucks to get into a fight you can’t win

Boots and braces, yellow laces

Oxblood traces of the night before

We are forgotten young suburbia

Loose on the streets of California

Underneath fluorescent lights

We’ll waste the best nights of our life

[Matt Skiba (Mark Hoppus):]

Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot

(Na, na na, na na, na na

Na, na na, na na, na na)

Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot

[Mark Hoppus:]

I can’t wait ’til I’m off of work

I’ll meet my friends at the Target curb

I rolled my ankle, Matt just broke his wrist

I climbed through your window at 3am

We listened to The Smiths and The Violent Femmes

Yeah, we both sang, “Why can’t I get one kiss?”

[Matt Skiba:]

We are forgotten young suburbia

Loose on the streets of California

Underneath fluorescent lights

We’ll waste the best nights of our life

Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot

We are the broken, no end in sight

We’re the forgotten soldiers you left behind

There’s no use trying, we lost the war

Now the dead and dying are back to even the score

[Matt Skiba & Mark Hoppus:]

We are forgotten young suburbia

Loose on the streets of California

Underneath fluorescent lights

We’ll waste the best nights of our life

Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot

Na, na na, na na, na na

Na, na na, na na, na na

Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot

Nostalgia and Suburban Rebellion

“Parking Lot” by Blink-182 channels a raw sense of nostalgia, blending memories of youthful rebellion with the bittersweet realization of time passing. The lyrics vividly recall formative nights spent at concerts and hanging out in parking lots, painting a picture of suburban youth searching for meaning and excitement. Lines referencing classic bands and late-night rendezvous capture the spirit of camaraderie and longing that define many coming-of-age experiences. The repeated refrain, “Fuck this place, let’s put up a parking lot,” becomes a cathartic rallying cry—both a rejection of conformity and a lament for what’s been lost to the passage of time.

Song Credits

“Parking Lot” is performed by Blink-182. The song was written by Mark Hoppus, Matt Skiba, and Travis Barker. It was released in 2017 under BMG.


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