Im living in the future while youre stuck in the past I’m tired of missed connections and sailing half mast Train delays missing flights, I’m sorry I can spend the night My RSVP’s been denied from the wedding in the summertime Where were you, when I said I miss my friends, I miss my friends I miss sleeping on yer couch, kickin holes into your wall You said I flipped the chair, and I said its not my fault I miss my friends, I miss my friends I’m dreaming of your front porch and some decent weather Sorry I am out of town but you can keep my sweater I’m young enough to say goodbye and not have to think about it When does young enough become too old, my friends are dying of a common cold I miss my friends, I miss my friends I miss staring at the stars, when the night is getting cold I’m hanging on for life, and this is getting old I miss my friends, I miss my friends I miss my friends, I miss my friends I’ve been going door to door, selling discount records Trying to see if you were home, But now I’m second guessing I miss my friends, I miss my friends

Lately I’ve been askin' myself whats so great about bein just a number? Maybe I want something tangible The more I think about it the less I understand and I’m not getting any younger My lifestyle is so relatable You could find me somewhere else, But I’ll be standing in the kitchen with you With a letter on your shelf Come and tell me what to do If you showed me where I’d be, I would still waste every second, like a map without a legend I could never follow directions If I asked and you said yes, how long would it take till it blew up in our faces? Or could we build together? And I forget where I went wrong I guess I knew it all along It took three years to figure out Just how to live with someone else And I lost track of all I spent The time I lost, I gained a friend I crashed my car into your house You learned to live with all my sound

I remember trips to theme parks, you and me sitting in the dark Little did we know this would end, everything ends so soon Your parents dropped you off on Tuesday, when they picked you up and I begged you to stay Little did I know you’d be gone, when I came back in the fall We were planning little trips, we were joined at the hip We were taking little sips from our juicebox I could read it on your lips, and I knew that this was it When your parents picked you up on Sunday And I recall the day you moved out, and the for sale sign was taken down That was the last time I’d see your house Back to school in September, where you went I can’t remember There’s a new nametag on your desk, and they’ll always be second best We were planning little trips, we were joined at the hip We were taking little sips from our ju icebox I could read it on your lips, and I knew that this was it When your parents picked you up on Sunday You moved next door in grade twelve, you thought I was someone else But I could see it in your eyes, barely recognize You dropped out last year, parents kicked you out so you moved here You couldn’t take their advice, now you need a vice We were planning little trips, we were joined at the hip We were taking little sips from our juicebox I could read it on your lips, and I knew that this was it When your parents kicked you out on Sunday Now you’re planning bigger trips, and you’re taking little hits And your juice box changed to a bottle I could read it on your lips, that you’d seen some crazy shit And that’s the last time we spoke