Memo

Here is a memo we've been told

It's time to move on, lives unfold

But I felt so alive right here

And I, I don't wanna think, "This time next year..."

And all the names came up in red

And the people walked and the phones went dead

Whatever happened to my friends?

Here is that memo we've been told

Sometimes your home don't feel like home

And that never-ending fear

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

It's hard to follow a straight line

With somewhat of a tortured mind

And that never-ending fear

Here is that memo, we've been told

Sometimes your home don't feel like home

And that never-ending fear

When all your memories were here

The streets we walk, they disappear

With the friends you used to know