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 ever get better? 'Cause I miss the lot by the old apartment Where we dodged those cops 'Cause we knew we 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? (Morning) Dragging my feet through the weekday Life was a joke, and we all knew the punchline (hey) I wish I was faded (faded), on something unregulated Counting bills in the backseat Of a silver Honda Civic by the underpass (ah) 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? 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?