Old Friends

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

Causе 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 my back, no one says that anymore
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 friends, the way we used to get fucked up
I miss my old friends
Couple skittles in a 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 punchlineI wish I was faded
On something unregulated
Counting bills in the backseat
Of a silver Honda Civic by the underpass

I miss my old friends, the 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?