Old School Friends - honeyhoney

I miss my friends, my old school friends

The ones that I’ve known all my life

I spent so long pushing their love away

Now it cuts and it bites

I had this dream that I saw all of them

And we talked but we knew that we’d changed

Some had seen money and some had seen death

But none of them were the same

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to feel their love again

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to be with my old friends

I can’t forget getting drunk in the woods

With some liquor stolen from the market shelf

I drank a whole plastic Cherry Coke bottle full of wine

And I thought I’d killed myself

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to feel their love again

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to be with my old friends

Kissing the same girls

Taking their sweet pearls

And giving ours away at the same time

Man I turned each memory into this perfect summertime

I know they’re there, I know where

I can see their faces every day

All these pixel pictures, I studied them like scriptures

And I still feel so far away

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to feel their love again

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

I want to be with my old friends