This distance is transit
Fell through my fingertips
What happened to friendships?

Actually, used to it
Sad but not tragic
Wish I had magic
To change the past
To make the "good times" last

Reflecting in retrospect
I will never forget
But I don't know where they went

Walking, streets at night
Mocking, pillow fights
Having free time all day, every day
Wanting so bad to feel that way

But kids, they grow up
Friends don't show up
Move on and life obstructs

The early years, young and free
I just wish for that oh please!
No more responsibility
Quick now, take these keys