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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
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