Featuring Mark Hoppus

I kinda miss you, back in high school
Twenty-five and I still think you’re
I kinda miss you, but I can’t talk to you
'Cause in my mind, the only thing that I could do now is intrude
I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
I didn’t think I’d say I wanna see you
I won’t reach out to you after all this time
I’d imagine I don’t fit into your view
Find me in the margins of a sketchbook
I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
Painting the walls that line the hall after school
Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now
I don’t even know who you are
just a dark room lesson, clarity lost on resin
Maybe I’m just thinking too hard
Rather let it dissipate than face my conscience
Call it faking progress
I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too
But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down
Painting the walls that line the hall after school
Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now
I kinda miss you