Featuring Mark Hoppus - Hot Mulligan

I kinda miss you, back in high school

Twenty-five and I still think you’re

I kinda miss you, but I can’t talk to you

'Cause in my mind, the only thing that I could do now is intrude

I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too

But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down

I didn’t think I’d say I wanna see you

I won’t reach out to you after all this time

I’d imagine I don’t fit into your view

Find me in the margins of a sketchbook

I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too

But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down

Painting the walls that line the hall after school

Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now

I don’t even know who you are

just a dark room lesson, clarity lost on resin

Maybe I’m just thinking too hard

Rather let it dissipate than face my conscience

Call it faking progress

I’ve got a ring, I think she’d love you too

But I can’t past the fact they drag almost everyone down

Painting the walls that line the hall after school

Smoke and tattoos, five years removed, hope you’d recognize me now

I kinda miss you