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 bright eyed girls,
Friday night love and Saturday morning regrets,
Summers came and went, 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

I know I can still hear the singing from the basement and I know you can too
The smoke still rises