I pray for a better time when you were still a friend of mine
When these streets were lined with gold
Now you're making new acquaintances and I've been holding onto this
But you've never been better so I'm told
Maybe we just didn't get our fair shake
I didn't want to see it all play out this way
I'm sorry growing up means that we can't be friends
But I came to terms and got a grip, this is the end
Well I found a shoe box underneath my bed
Burned every single memory it held within
This is what I need as I poured the gasoline
And watched the fire of our failure burning red
Maybe we just didn't get our fair shake
I didn't want to see it all play out this way
I'm sorry growing up means that we can't be friends
But I came to terms and got a grip, this is the end
It doesn't mean anything (Maybe I should get some sleep)
It wasn't worth it (You just meant too much to be)
I would've been better off on my own (I just need to get you out of my head
Was every moment spent with you a moment that I wasted?
Maybe we just didn't get our fair shake
I didn't want to see it all play out this way
I'm sorry growing up means that we can't be friends
But I came to terms and got a grip, this is the end
Maybe I should get some sleep
You just meant to much to me
(I just need to get you out of my head)
Maybe I should get some sleep
You just meant to much to me
(I just need to get you out of my head)
Maybe I should get some sleep
You just meant to much to me
(I just need to get you out of my head)