sitting outside even though its 98
drinking *****, crunching ice
and sweating

all these people were my best friends
a few still are
but mostly...we are all so distant
every hang out is a catch up
we all still hold on
try to keep it the same
but we can never go back to those golden years
this group
we will never go back
to the camps and summer days
and driving 7 hours together with
nothing to worry about but sunscreen
how each one of ya'll were my second family
I knew your flaws and traits as well as my own
(I love all the people I've come along a long the way)
but I would give most everything
to fix what the years
have done to us

we will never be just friends
there will always be this soft spot
this tender flesh you left so bruised

my head will always turn at your name
and every time that song plays
it will cut me just as deep as the first time

I will be married
you will be miles away
I'll still be blushing at the way you looked at me