| Here’s your life, it’s in a book |
| This is what you’ve done |
| It’s filled with cut-outs of your past |
| It’s filled with all your fun |
| And all your fun, and all your fun |
| It now sits hungry on a shelf |
| For things you’ll never do |
| And if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck |
| It’s yesterday for you |
| You’ve guaranteed yourself a future |
| Of things since past |
| You’re living on your memories |
| 'cause the good, it didn’t last |
| Here’s your life, it’s in a book |
| It’s what you’ve done |
| It’s your life, here’s your life |
| And now it sits hungry on a shelf |
| For the things that you think you’ll never do |
| 'cause if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck |
| It’s yesterday for you |
| It’s yesterday for you… |
| Good old times are what you’ve got |
| That’s all you’ll ever get |
| The scrapbook has become your net |
| Cameras, scissors and a pen |
| Your history, your net |
| It now sits hungry on a shelf |
| For things you’ll never do |
| And if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck |
| It’s yesterday for you |
| It’s yesterday for you… |