Way back 2008
Car's packed four in back that's okay
Windows down drive around
No destination but we're screaming with the breakdown
Felt like heaven those nights 7 Eleven
By the skatepark trying to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops
But the fun was wearing off
Never thought that it would stop

I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out
The drugs you've been keeping use them every weekend
You were strung out on the pavement
High school kids getting wasted
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend someday
Someday

You started to slip away
Disappeared didn't hear feels like for days
The stuff you bought and then you sold
Stole the boy I knew since we were ten years old
Try to buy heaven behind 7 Eleven
By the skatepark hoping to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties, still running from the cops
But the high was wearing off
Never thought that it would stop

I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out
Spent my nights sleeping alone on the weekend
We would grab the bikes, hit the pavement
50 kids packed in a basement
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend someday
Someday

I still think about them now and then
Was there anything that I could have said
I was young and over my head
I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference
Feel like a piece of shit
That I could give up and move on and get over it
Maybe I'll see you again
Tell stories on the weekend someday

I still think about them now and then
Was there anything that I could have said
I was young and over my head
I was just a kid who couldn't make a difference
Feel like a piece of shit
That I could give up and move on and get over it
Maybe I'll see them again
Tell stories on the weekend someday
I watched all my friends fade out
We used to hate sleeping
Hung out every weekend
You hit the bottom then the bottom dropped out
Drugs you've been keeping use them every weekend
You were strung out on the pavement
High school kids getting wasted
The memories all fade out
Stories that I'm keeping
Tell them on the weekend, someday