Old friends
I'd love to meet them
I remember when summer ends
My old friends
Would come over and
Wait till the night ends
Then we'd play games,
Me and my old friends
We were happy
My parents weren't
My old friends could hear
The quiet fights taking place in the room over
My old friends
The were real friends
They were there when it was pitch black
And when it was so sunny it would burn our eyes
Old friends
I miss them
