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Old Friends

Old Friends

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It’s a Friday night and I think about you
Cause I don’t get high
in the ways we used to
Why’d they make something that was
so damn bad for me,
so easy to do
I would call my mom
but she doesn’t like you

Where are you now?
Coming up, coming down?
Memories are bullets, they get
lodged in your head

I miss my old friend, they way
we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends
Couple skittles in the red cup
Guess you could say I’m better now,
Better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends
Does it ever get better?

Cause I miss the lot by the old apartment
Where we dodged those cops cause
we knew couldn’t fight them
And you said that you’d always have back,
no one says that any more
Maybe happiness is a moving target

Where are you now?
Coming up, coming down?
Memories are bullets,
they get lodged in your head

I miss my old friend, they way
we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends
Couple skittles in the red cup
Guess you could say I’m better now,
Better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends
Does it ever get better?

Does it ever get better than
Waking up stoned on a Sunday?
Cleaning up good on a Monday?
Dragging my feet through the weekday
Life was a joke
and we all knew the punchline
I wish I was faded
On something unregulated,
Counting bills in the backseat
Of a silver Honda Civic by the underpass

I miss my old friend,
they way we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends

Guess you could say I’m better now,
Better than lying in a ditch but
I miss my old friends
Does it ever get better?