The Kids We Used To Be...

So this is the song I write for everyone who I never forgot
The kids we used to be are all dead
Gone and forgotten
Black eyed boys and blue eyed girls
Friday night love and Saturday morning regrets
Summers came and went
But the love never left
But the love never left
So let’s bring back the best years
Nights spent hanging out
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
But I’ll prove you wrong
Sticks and stones never broke our bones
Standing outside our homes
Watching the sun come up
5am never looked so beautiful
And feeling beaten and jaded never felt so good
I can’t wait for tomorrow to come around
So let’s bring back the best years
Nights spent hanging out
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
But I’ll prove you wrong
I know I can still hear the singing from the basement
And I know you can too
The smoke still rises
So let’s bring back the best years
Nights spent hanging out
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
But I’ll prove you wrong