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
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
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
