If life was a career then, We were at our height From the hallowed high school hallways To the Hollywood nights. Acting like it’s our birthright Called ourselves “mid flight”. Destination unknown It never mattered where we landed Because Saturday night was our own.
Link up at the skate rink, I see Teresa, I fake wink There’s some drama starting in the parking lot But it’s mostly dudes who just talk a lot. ****, we would show off our fashion, Posted up on the wall for all the see They all wanted to show love, stand next to you and me. But that was never our scene. Yeah, we had different passions.
Aw yeah, picking up girls to be romantic. They swore they saw through our antics. We laughed it off, then trashed the mall, Then drove to the Atlantic.
Aw, the OC waves. Those were some good days. Then it happened in a flash. Your reign ended in a car crash. Now I’m smokin’, thinking of the ordeal. I love you, my soul for real.