So this is the song I write for everyone who I never forgot
The kids we used to be are all dead, gone and forgotten
Black eyed boys and bright eyed girls
Friday night love and Saturday morning regrets

Summers came and went
But the love never left
But the love never left

So let's bring back the best years
(Nights spent hanging out)
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
I'll prove you wrong

Sticks and stones never broke our bones
Standing outside our homes watching the sun come up
5 a.m. never looked so beautiful
And feeling beaten and jaded never felt so fucking good
I can't wait for tomorrow to come around

So let's bring back the best years
(Nights spent hanging out)
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
I'll prove you wrong

I know I can still hear the singing from the basement
And I know you can too
And the smoke still rises

I know I can still hear the singing from the basement
And I know you can too
And the smoke still rises

I know I can still hear the singing from the basement
And I know you can too
And the smoke still rises

So let's bring back the best years
(Nights spent hanging out)
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
I'll prove you wrong

So let's bring back the best years
(Nights spent hanging out)
Not giving a fuck, being down on our luck
Some people say that best friends stay same
I'll prove you wrong
I'll prove you wrong


Lyrics submitted by grindbear, edited by BlueDiamondx3

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