The drink you spilt all over me, "Lover's Spit" left on repeat. My mum and dad let me stay home, it drives you crazy getting old.
We can talk it so good, we can make it so divine, we can talk it good, how you wish it would be all the time.
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets and I've never felt more alone, it feels so scary getting old.
I want them back, the minds we had. How all the thoughts moved round our heads. I want them back the minds we had, it's not enough to feel the lack. I want 'em.
You're the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids and laughing 'til our ribs get tough but that will never be enough. You're the only friend I need.