65,000 miles later by Hangnail
Thinking back on summer weekends,
hanging out no need for reasons.
I recall Spot Drive-in meetings, 3 a.m. and still weÃ¦Å Â®e eating.
I make this promise and IÃ¦Å £l keep it, never will my friends I forfeit.
To all the ones who feel forgotten,
keep holding on to these words just said.
I understand and I donÃ¦Å Â° blame you,
IÃ¦Å Â³e been gone and youÃ¦Å Â³e been gone too.
Different place, so many places,
growing up just seems to've changed things.